Reading at the Crossroads

Reading at the Crossroads is an archive for columns and letters which appeared in the Terre Haute Tribune Star. I also blog here when my patience is exhausted by what I feel is irritating, irrational and/or ironic in life. --gary daily

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Wednesday, March 14, 2012

". . . university declined further comment"--Yeah, this happens a lot.

March 13, 2012
Top-Seeded Orange Lose Key Player on Defense

Syracuse announced Tuesday that center Fab Melo would not play in the N.C.A.A. tournament, a move that decreases the top-seeded Orange’s chances of playing for the national title.

The university issued a short news release saying Melo would not participate in the tournament because of an “eligibility issue.” The university declined further comment [my emphasis], and Coach Jim Boeheim did not return a message left on his cellphone. . . .
Full article here

To play the Big Dunce bracket games, to get a real edge, the smart money should be looking for sources in university registrar's offices and what's on the local police blotters in college towns. Those injury lists are soooo meaningless old school. 

Monday, March 12, 2012

Big Read 2012 -- "Fahrenheit 451"

Remember the firemen are rarely necessary. The public stopped reading of its own accord. – Ray Bradbury, “Fahrenheit 451”

For ten years now, with vital local support and the occasional grant from the National Endowment for the Arts, the Vigo County Public Library has been organizing programs and facilitating discussions of a book the entire Wabash Valley community reads.  (Full disclosure: I am a member of the Big Read organizing committee.  Needless to say, opinions in this column are mine and mine alone.)  This year’s book selection is Ray Bradbury’s, “Fahrenheit 451.”

Born in 1920 and still writing, Ray Bradbury grew up reading in libraries from Waukegan to Tucson to Los Angeles.  He remembers as a child reading about and lamenting the burning of the great library of ancient Alexandria.  He never attended college.  Libraries were his advanced degree schools, works of great literature his curricula.  Bradbury mined the riches of his reading and drew on this fertile capital throughout his career. He researched and wrote “Fahrenheit 451” in the UCLA library in nine days of intensive work. He fed dimes into a rental typewriter in the basement.  At 10 cents a half-hour, it cost him $9.80. 

Bradbury wrote a story a week for over forty years. His creative energy is amazing. The content and quality of his short stories, novels, movie scripts and  plays is even more so. Bradbury’s work is gripping, poetic and insightful.  His fiction takes the reader on trips across the universe,  from the eerie red desert landscape of Mars (“The Martian Chronicles”) to recognizable Green Town, U.S. A. (“Dandelion Wine”).  However, his galactic reach and the nostalgic sentiment of hometown memories do not circumscribe or restrict  Bradbury’s creative force. Reading Bradbury makes us think, gives us something to haunt our consciousness.  As is true of all literature of significance, when you finish reading “Fahrenheit 451" you are not finished with what “Fahrenheit 451" is saying to you.  

“Fahrenheit 451" immerses the reader  in a recognizable society. It is a dystopia too close for comfort. Based on some of his stories of the late 1940s and first published in 1953, “Fahrenheit 451" presciently conjures up reality/participatory TV shows filling wall size plasma screens, mass addiction to “superorganize[d] super-super sports” displacing social purpose, artificial beauty dissolving authenticity, drugs clogging human feelings.  Most of all, it is a world designed to eliminate questions. And questions of significance are seen as criminal acts.

This is what Bradbury’s dystopia adds up to:
“Life is immediate, . . . everything bang, boff and wow . . . More cartoons in books.  More pictures.  The mind drinks less and less. Impatience. . . . There you have it Montag.  It didn’t come from the government down. . . . Technology, mass exploitation, and minority pressure carried the trick . . . .”
And perhaps Bradbury’s most damning predictive insight can be seen in how mesmerized we are today by what he calls “noncombustible data”-- information without context, news reduced to scream headlines, classics of literature sliced and diced into digests and mini-series, condensations standing in for the polished masterpiece.  All this “noncombustible data” is relentlessly reenforced by interminable drilling and testing of students, a bounding technology which encourages Twitter thought bites, and computer distractions which steal the  powers of attention and comprehension.

Bang, boff, and wow . . . The mind drinks less and less.

Books are burned in “Fahrenheit 451." But in Bradbury’s view “You don’t have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.”  Reading works of literary quality and demanding non-fiction continues to decline in this country.  A fire bell in the night?  Alarmist concerns or a nightmare unfolding?  Do we already live in the world Bradbury describes?  If we do, do we adjust to it? Resist it? Ignore it? 

For the 2012 Big Read, read Ray Bradbury’s troubling, question provoking, very combustible novel,  “Fahrenheit 451." Discuss it with others.  Program schedules of related events are available at the Vigo County Public Library downtown. Hurry. This library is only one of two remaining in our community. Three have been closed.  Ray Bradbury could write a good story on this development and what it means.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Elizabeth Real - Photo Journalist in The Haute

I’m sitting in the always crowded Starbucks this morning reading the Sunday NYT.  A thirtyish looking woman is nearby, working on her computer.  Fifteen minutes later she catches my eye and says, “I love the New York Times.”  We talk about what a great paper it is and then she hits me with this bombshell.  Her name is Elizabeth Real, she’s a photo-journalist from Switzerland and she beamingly tells me she had a photo in last Sunday’s NYT “Sunday Review” section. (See link here.)  I told Elizabeth I read the story and sent it along to my daughter who teaches at the high school level.  It turns out she’s in the states doing more research on a story she’s been working on for four years.  The story is about Iraq vets. (Or possibly vets of many of the world’s wars.)  It turns out one of her subjects is from The Haute.  Elizabeth was fascinating to meet and talk with.  For those interested, I Googled “Elizabeth Real Switzerland” and found a wonderful web page of her work at Elizabeth Real - Photographer.

She seems to have been everywhere, from Sri Lanka to Kosovo and many stops in between.  Just happy to have met her this sunny morning during her stop in Terre Haute.