A layman's manual for detecting a liar, this book was interesting from a psychological perspective. Still, I think you'd have to be using the authors'A layman's manual for detecting a liar, this book was interesting from a psychological perspective. Still, I think you'd have to be using the authors' system on a continual basis in order to keep all the things you're supposed to look for (in the person you're interviewing) in mind. I haven't been interrogated since I was pressed by my parents to "give up the truth," and I'm left wondering if I'd so easily exhibit the tells of the liar if I were trying to hide something. It's interesting.
I've a sinking feeling that I get lied to frequently by students who drum up the most creative excuses - but I rarely follow up because I simply feel awful for insinuating a kid might be cheating. However, this book does explain the kinds of questions one might use to determine the truth while still remaining non-confrontational. These might be useful.
A summary of the story would be useless - as all a reader needs to know beforehand is contained in the title. Daniel James Brown captures the extraordA summary of the story would be useless - as all a reader needs to know beforehand is contained in the title. Daniel James Brown captures the extraordinary effort required to be an extraordinary athlete, and in doing so he evokes the mythic ethos of the American psyche.
Most of the focus is on Joe Rantz, who transcended years and years of grinding poverty and parental neglect. Most people familiar with the Great Depression will not be surprised by the details. It's terrible, and I really wanted to punch Joe's father and step-mother in their guilty mugs. Meanwhile, Joe is picked up by the University of Washington to row crew. His background certainly gives him the edge in rowing, the sport where "pain is part and parcel of the deal. It's not a question of whether you will hurt, or of how much you will hurt; it's a question of what you will do, and how well you will do it, while pain has her wanton way with you." Please do not sign me up, but go, Joe!
Meanwhile, back in Nazi territory, Leni Riefenstahl is (according to her) trying to fend of Goebbel's sexual advances so she can make her paeans to the glory that is Hitler's Germany. I paused here in the reading to watch (mentally gagging) Triumph des Willens with English subtitles. Later, I watched her film Olympia featuring the American rowing team (Part Two, 1:10) in Berlin. Thanks YouTube.
My favorite real-life character in the book is the boat builder George Pocock, a true intellectual, artist, and craftsman. In fact, my favorite parts of the book deal with the boat-building and the carpentry details. At one point Joe Rantz learns how to make shakes and he falls in love with the process: "He liked the way that the wood murmured to him before it parted, almost as if it was alive, and when it finally gave way under his hands he liked the way it invariably revealed itself in lovely and unpredictable patterns of color--streaks of orange and burgundy and cream. At the same moment, as the wood opened up, it always perfumed the air." God. It makes me want to throw myself in some saw dust and roll around.
My quibble with the book is that it just ran long in parts. The rowing details got to me a bit, and I had to slap myself upside the head so that I wouldn't purposefully skip parts. ...more
Reading Aimee Bender is like waking up one morning to find yourself swimming inside a terracotta bowl of guacamole and accepting it. You pull yourselfReading Aimee Bender is like waking up one morning to find yourself swimming inside a terracotta bowl of guacamole and accepting it. You pull yourself out of the bowl, hoisting yourself over the lip, towel off and head to work. Maybe you catch yourself longing for the green smoothness of the morning as you sit through a meeting. Wondering if it will happen again. It does. Only the next morning you are fished out by a spoon. Weird.
My favorite stories here are "The End of the Line," "Motherfucker," and "Dearth." The language is beautiful and every story contains elements of the unaccountable. Children born with heads like pumpkins, like irons, potatoes that magically reappear day after day, little people who are caught and kept as pets. One begins to expect the unexpected. Perhaps that's life lesson number one....more
I read this in a paper format (not the Kindle, which is the only one listed) and it is a skinny little thing of only 72 pages. Needless to say, this iI read this in a paper format (not the Kindle, which is the only one listed) and it is a skinny little thing of only 72 pages. Needless to say, this is not a comprehensive history of ancient Greece. It is more of an outline of what the author may consider as the pertinent facts. As such, it seems perfectly fine for a beginning student of history. I'll add it to my classroom library, but if you know anything at all about the history of Greece, move on to a book that has more depth....more
The position that Doerries takes - that Greek literature (tragedy in particular) is still relevant today - is one I fervently believe. There is no neeThe position that Doerries takes - that Greek literature (tragedy in particular) is still relevant today - is one I fervently believe. There is no need to persuade me; I am already a preacher. As a result, Doerries's effort in bringing Greek tragedies to sensitive audiences through his Theater of War program was of interest to me. Should war veterans, prison guards (and possibly inmates), and medical personnel dealing with the dying, see performances reliving the ancient pain of the Greek tragic heroes? It's not even a question in my mind - of course they should. Damn it, who would question it? Idiots who cannot understand the deep need to commune with other afflicted human beings. I am one hundred percent behind the whole idea of the author's Theater of War program, although seeing a play is certainly not a cure-all for what ails you, it could certainly be a starting point for discussion.
Doerries does his own translations from the ancient Greek to English for Sophocles' Ajax, Philoctetes, and the Women of Trachis. He's also translated Aeschylus' Prometheus Bound. Included in the book are bits of his translations (made for the modern stage), which I found quite moving. Not as beautiful to me as the literal translations, Doerries' work has removed the more literary language that might bog down a non-classics major. Like a suicidal veteran (Ajax). Like a doctor witnessing the agony of a dying patient (Heracles). Like a prison warden guarding an isolation cell (Prometheus). Like all the wives suffering from the three previous scenarios.
This book has inspired me to re-visit Ajax and read The Women of Trachis for the first time. I thank Doerries for that.
My love for Greek literature is profound. For some reason the stuff speaks to something deep inside my mind. It's better than religion and more meaningful. Seeing a play, especially a tragic play, is very much like attending church. There we all are, listening, feeling, crying - a community of like minded empathizers.
Although Doerries doesn't use it in his book, one of my favorite plays, Aeschylus' Agamemnon, contains exquisite lines that speak to his mission. The Chorus sings:
Zeus has led us on to know, the Helmsman lays it down as law that we must suffer, suffer into truth. We cannot sleep, and drop by drop at the heart the pain of pain remembered comes again, and we resist, but ripeness comes as well. From the gods enthroned on the awesome rowing-bench there comes a violent love. ...more
I think I may be one of the few people (at least that I personally know) who liked Eat, Pray, Love. I always suffered a twinge of guilt over it. Am II think I may be one of the few people (at least that I personally know) who liked Eat, Pray, Love. I always suffered a twinge of guilt over it. Am I cheesy? Maudlin? I never particularly thought so. For me it was a compulsively readable book, especially the hilarious section set in Italy.
Unlike the first, this book did not make me laugh - but it had the same lovely prose and effortless style. This is not to say that Gilbert didn't suffer over it, but that her writing never feels forced. This is a remarkable feat for such a long historically based epic. The heroine, the large-boned Dutch daughter of a profane adventurer and his rigorously intelligent wife, is born at the cusp of the 18th century. She is a mental sponge, absorbing all the classical and scientific books of the times. Her large body is stuck in a dress, but her mind ranges free - from the nature of her own quim to the nature and drive of the mosses she studies on the grounds of her father's palatial Philadelphia estate. I really liked her.
Surprising things happen - and the nature of all things is revealed.
I think my only quibble with the novel is that the end dragged a bit. Still, the whole of it makes for a very good book....more