Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Teenage rebellion by music? Not so prevalent anymore.

Professor of English, environmental studies, and American studies at St. Olaf College in Minnesota

Teenage rebellion takes many forms, but teens rejecting their parents’ music is a less likely expression of that rebellion than it once was. When I was growing up, my mom and dad listened to opera, to their scratchy old 33 rpm records as well as the weekly Saturday broadcast from the Met. They also loved musicals, and I remember them taking me and my brother and sisters to a Jeanette MacDonald/Nelson Eddy film. The two actors sang, of course, though all I recall are images, particularly the incongruous sight of MacDonald in a blowsy white dress tramping through the woods with pirates. As an adult now, I remember the act of going to that movie as something comical, interesting only as sport of some strange past.

When I was a teenager in the '70s, I never listened to my parents' old records. But my daughter, Betsy, is just as likely as I am to pop in a Simon and Garfunkel or Joni Mitchell CD, and my son, Nat, surprises me routinely by listening to Neil Young or Bob Dylan. We also can watch the same music movies. Film of Woodstock retains its hold on the teenage imagination – perhaps in part because of the excesses of '60s culture, but also because of the transcendent performances by Jimi Hendrix or Crosby, Stills & Nash. And when U2 sings about the troubles in Ireland in the concert documentary Rattle and Hum, the song “Sunday, Bloody Sunday” seems as relevant to the world of 2014 as it did to the early '80s.

Betsy and Nat have compact discs of bands that I’ve never heard of, but they also own the Beatles, Johnny Cash, and Carole King. They view popular music of quality from any decade as part of their inheritance. When I tell them about my teenage concert experiences—when I saw The Atlanta Rhythm Section, Heart, the Steve Miller Band, and The Eagles on one gorgeous day in 1977 in the Oakland Coliseum—they’re actually impressed.

I think.

If it’s been fun to have my children listen to “my” music, it’s been equally satisfying to reverse the usual parent-child roles and have them teach me about that music. I listened often to Joni Mitchell records when I was in college and for years after, but then Betsy discovered her and began listening to the records that came a bit later, such as Blue, and now that record has become one of my favorites. Nat reintroduced me to Led Zeppelin when he began playing them at the age of 13. I had disliked the band since my first year in college, when I was across the hall from two guys who had a very loud stereo and only two records. When they drank a lot, which was often, they blasted Led Zeppelin loud enough to make my door shake, and then, when they were hungover or tired, Robert Plant and Jimmy Page were replaced by the rather different sound of Olivia Newton John’s "Have You Never Been Mellow." For 25 years I had been unable to listen to either Newton John or Led Zeppelin until I found myself sitting down with Nat, talking about the group, hearing songs I had only heard as background noise on the radio. And I appreciated the band more in my middle age than I had when I was 18.

It’s not only old music that my children have helped me hear. Through them I’ve been introduced to new singers and bands. I first heard Neutral Milk Hotel and Iron and Wine on a mixed CD that Betsy made me for Christmas one year, and now they are two of my favorites. Nat introduced me to Ryan Adams, Modest Mouse, and The Decemberists, and I don’t know how many albums of each are in my music collection. And, occasionally, I’ve introduced them to something new, singers such as Laura Marling and bands like Lost in the Trees.

So, parents out there, here’s what I propose for a family activity. Pull out the old records or CDs – your favorites and your best – and sing along, and tell your kids why you love those songs, and have them put their favorite CDs on, and invite them to tell you why they love the music they do. I’m guessing that the sound and the themes will not be all that different, that together you can listen to Of Monsters and Men and Bruce Springsteen. And if times get tougher in the parent-child relationships down the road, perhaps you’ll be able to go to a concert together, a concert by some band yet to be formed, but one you’ll both love and that will help you remember that you also love each other.


Mark Allister is author of Chasing the Light: The Cloud Cult Story (which includes a foreword by The Current's Mark Wheat). He teaches English, American studies, and environmental studies at St. Olaf College in Northfield, Minnesota. He hosts a weekly radio show, Prof Rock with Mark Allister.

"Listening to Cloud Cult continues to inspire me: the band has set a tone for the kind of art I wish to create. They’re a carbon-neutral band in a carbon-saturated world, and a heart-centered band in a heartbroken world. I love them dearly and I’m intensely grateful that Cloud Cult exists."
—Josh Radnor, actor and filmmaker

"As a long-time fan of Cloud Cult, I enjoyed this book and am grateful to know the band's emotional story. I have always respected their music and lyrics, and I now understand my connection to Cloud Cult's art and agenda. Their story breaks my heart but also deeply inspires me. We are all connected to the world through pain and love."
—MC Sean "Slug" Daley, Atmosphere

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Despite that white students are no longer the numerical majority in U.S. schools, racial inequality persists.

Professor of sociology and Chicana/o-Latina/o studies at Pomona College

Recently, much has been made about census reports that highlight how white students are no longer the numeric majority in U.S. public schools. 

Awareness of these changes is important, but statistics on students’ racial demographics tell only part of the story.

These demographic changes are not reflected in our schools. According to a 2012 report from the UCLA Civil Rights Project, black and Latina/o segregation has increased over the past two decades, and although there are more youth of color in the U.S., the typical white student attends school where 75% of students are white. It’s been sixty years since Brown vs. the Board of Education struck down de jure segregation, but our schools remain heavily segregated. They are what Gary Orfield of the Civil Rights Project refers to as hypersegregated by race and class. Blacks and Latinas/os are more likely to attend poor and working-class schools with fewer resources than their white counterparts, who are often secluded in middle-class schools.

Even within diverse schools, racial divisions and unequal access to resources persist. Walk onto most schools and it’s hard not to notice groups of students clustered together by race. They gather in distinct parts of campus—under trees, on benches, in hallways, and behind buildings. These divisions are not natural; they are fueled by racist stereotypes and school practices such as curriculum tracking. Just peer into students’ classrooms where they are often tracked into different courses, and the racial separation is glaring. For classes marked as advanced placement, honors, college prep or regular, and vocational, middle- and upper-middle-class, white, and Asian American students predominate in the most prestigious courses, while their poor, working-class, Latina/o, and African American schoolmates are largely absent. The origins of tracking are based on racist beliefs that groups of color and Southern and Eastern Europeans lacked the mental capabilities to excel academically, so schools historically sorted and selected students into unequal classes and life trajectories. As in the past, different groups of students are steered toward college and receive access to critical thinking classes and more counselor support. Such de facto segregation reinforces divisions and inequality. Regardless of its racist origins and unequal outcomes, this system of course placement endures in our schools.

Despite changing demographics, those running our schools—superintendents, school board members, administrators, and teachers—remain predominately white. More than 80% of teachers are white, and according to a 2004 report by the National Center for Education Statistics, there was not a single teacher of color in nearly 40% of U.S. public schools. As of 2012, more than 65% of California’s K-12 public school teachers are white. At just 18%, Latinas/os are the next highest percentage of teachers. In contrast, 26% of California students are white and 52% are Latina/o. These racial disparities are a reflection of some of the educational barriers students encounter, and they hinder students’ access to racially diverse role models and perspectives. As the number of students of color increases at rates faster than teachers of color, these gaps are expected to grow.

Course curriculum has also not kept pace with the changing student population. The histories, experiences, and perspectives of groups of color are absent in many textbooks and classroom lessons, providing students with incomplete and inaccurate information. It has been nearly fifty years since students and community members organized for the teaching of relevant materials such as ethnic studies. The struggle for such courses remains, epitomized most blatantly in the banning of books and elimination of a renowned Mexican American Studies program in the Tucson Unified School District.

These enduring disparities receive too little attention. They are normalized and taken as "business as usual," ensuring their persistence. Instead, reports that white students are no longer the numeric majority make headlines. These reports fuel fears about the growth of students of color, and they do little to focus on the pressing issues of our time such as when will our schools finally serve all students. In Academic Profiling, I center students’ experiences to understand the stories behind the numbers and the multiple practices perpetuating inequality.


Gilda L. Ochoa is professor of sociology and Chicana/o-Latina/o studies at Pomona College. She is author of Academic Profiling: Latinos, Asian Americans, and the Achievement Gap (Minnesota, 2013), Becoming Neighbors in a Mexican American Community, and Learning from Latino Teachers.

Ochoa wrote for the University of Minnesota Press blog previously about the significance of listening to schools' most marginalized students.

"Remarkably provocative and perceptive, Academic Profiling is a meticulously researched and masterfully argued comparative study of how the system of schooling, contrary to the rhetoric of equal opportunities, re-enforces the achievement gap and reproduces disparities. With ethnographic insight and analytical precision, Gilda L. Ochoa details how immigration, racialization, class, and gender differentially impacts the educational trajectories for Asian and Latino students, and presents compelling lessons for transforming the context, culture, and process of learning."—Linda Vo, University of California, Irvine

Monday, September 8, 2014

Lorna Landvik: Life lessons from Joan Rivers.

Stand-up and improvisational comedian, public speaker, and best-selling author

This is the fourth post in a weekly series by Lorna Landvik.
#1: On destiny.
#2: Why I wrote Best to Laugh, Part 1.
#3: Why I wrote Best to Laugh, Part 2.

Far more than her list of favorite designers, I’d love to read a list of Joan Rivers’ favorite writers. I know she had to be a big reader because she was a big writer. I heard she wrote jokes every night, and good jokes demand the precision of a watchmaker and the imagination of a poet. Her writing beyond the jokes included twelve books, a teleplay, and a screenplay. The woman wrote.

I have a fantasy that every single woman comic in the world will read my latest book. My biggest fantasy was that it would fall into the bejeweled and manicured hands of Joan Rivers herself, who was one of the comics Candy (Best to Laugh's heroine) would impersonate for her grandmother while the twosome watched The Tonight Show. Candy’s ultimate Hollywood dream was to be on the show with Johnny Carson as well as having a career like his.

Candy’s dream was a lot like Joan Rivers’, who happened to live it. One of the many lessons a woman like Rivers can teach us is that dreams aren’t misty or water-colored (oh wait, that’s memories). Dreams, if you want to actualize them, take hard slogging work, and the ability to get up when you’re knocked down and then get up again the next day, when you’re knocked down again. Rinse. Repeat. Rinse again.

Sometimes Hollywood luck is fickle and will land on a beauteous bartender who shook a martini for a big producer or a handsome hairdresser who set and curled the coiffure of big agent. But most of the time, luck is attracted to those who keep showing up, who stubbornly refuse to accept all the no, no, nos that are lobbed at them like rotten tomatoes. Joan Rivers dodged lots of tomatoes, got splattered by some, and was probably dazed by the force at which some of them were thrown. Still, she got up, brushed the seeds and pulp off, and continued doing what she loved doing: making people laugh.

I love making people laugh (who doesn’t?), but in my stand-up career, I didn’t have a consuming drive. Unlike Joan, who would cart a big tape recorder to record her early club dates, I couldn’t be bothered to listen to my act over and over, fine-tuning it. It was a criticism I got back then – you’ve got to hone your act! – and a criticism Candy also faces. I cherish the fun I had in my twenties doing stand-up and improv, but it was only when I moved back to Minneapolis and started writing my first novel that I discovered what being driven was all about.

The writing . . . that’s what mattered first to me as a kid, and as I rediscovered, that’s what still mattered most. I’ll never stop wanting to make people laugh, but to tell a whole story, to make up characters and their world and invite people to come and settle in with them . . . that’s worth doing the hard daily slog for and I have learned to wear rain gear that rotten tomatoes get little traction on.

(And yes, I know I ended a sentence with a preposition, but like ‘no white after Labor Day,’ that’s a rule that needs to be consigned to the ‘Whoever Thought of that Dumb Idea?’ bin.)


Lorna Landvik is the best-selling author of many novels, including Patty Jane’s House of Curl, Angry Housewives Eating Bon-Bons, Oh My Stars, and Mayor of the Universe (Minnesota, 2014). Her most recent novel, Best to Laugh, is now available from University of Minnesota Press.

Lorna Landvik will speak at this Wednesday's Talk of the Stacks at 7PM at the Minneapolis Central Library.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Explore the frightening landscape where water and thirst are political, and drought is a business opportunity.

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This week is World Water Week in Stockholm, where more than 200 organizations are convening to discuss global water and development issues. In light of this event, we wanted to take the opportunity to feature a new book that responds to these same issues and digs into the issue of water privatization.

Imagine a world in which water is only for those who can afford it.

We're already there.

Professor of postcolonial studies in English and adjunct professor in geography at the University of Missouri

What is the connection between water availability and jihadist movements? 

Is marketing water a sustainable solution for the global water crisis? 

How is climate change shifting the way we think about water?  

These are some of the questions addressed in The Price of Thirst: Global Water Inequality and the Coming Chaos—which argues that water inequality is creating social unrest around the world. The Price of Thirst ominously predicted what occurred within weeks of its release, including the ISIS invasion of Iraq, California’s emergency drought conditions, and Egypt’s military rule. But the book also provides solutions for on-going global social crises, ultimately claiming they are inseparable from the global water crises. 


California is one of the most at-risk regions in the world for catastrophic drought. The state has implemented a system of “water banking” that has only led to greater water inequity. Allocating more water rights than it can supply, the State of California has inadvertently created a new category: “water debt,”  which might in fact bankrupt the state.  The Price of Thirst examines how and why massive amounts of water have been granted to the wealthiest people in the state, while the rest of its population goes dry.  


Chile was the first country to privatize 100% of its water supplies. One company with close connections to president Augusto Pinchot was gifted monopoly control over Chile’s water supplies in what is now called “the theft of the century.” The Price of Thirst explores the impact this monopoly has had on Northern Patagonia, following a growing international protest movement against large dams and monopoly water control in this region. 


South Africa became a tinderbox when foreign private water companies introduced water payment meters in the country’s black townships and informal areas, cutting off water for thousands of people who could not pay. The Price of Thirst looks at how the anti-Apartheid movement morphed into an anti-privatization movement fighting against the racist distribution of water. It also reveals how the IMF and World Bank ignored the history of racism in creating a nationwide economic model for the
country, and how this process backfired. 


India is plagued with deforestation, landslides, and flooding on the one hand, and growing drought on the other. Farmers have been committing suicide at an epidemic rate due to drought, while thousands of people are killed by floods every year. Its solution has been to link all the rivers in the country through the River Interlinking Project, moving water around the country like chess pieces. The Price of Thirst reveals how this project will not only create an environmental refugee crisis, but also contribute to the already devastating health and water crises in India’s urban areas.  


ISIS’s invasion in Iraq raises questions about the vulnerability of Iraq’s water systems.  What will happen if Iraq’s dams are taken over by jihadists? The very rise of ISIS can be linked to the reduced flow of water into Syria and Iraq caused by Turkey’s Greater Anatolia Project. The Price of Thirst looks at the events leading up to the ISIS invasion in Iraq, including problems with water availability in both Iraq and Syria. During the coalition-led Gulf War of 1991, water facilities were attacked in Iraq and to this day have not been repaired, causing a humanitarian crisis in the country. The Price of Thirst examines the long history of fraud and corruption in the U.S.-led reconstruction, as well as Turkey’s intransigent position on water, which have both led to the current situation.


The continuing state of unrest in Egypt is predicated upon unequal water access. In the wealthy suburbs, water is considered a sign of opulence, but in informal areas, drinking dirty water is often the only solution. In 2011, the country exploded into revolution due to this inequality. Yet today, water continues to flow to luxury, golf course-themed, gated communities in the suburbs after being gifted to property developers by a corrupt regime. Meanwhile, downtown Cairo has declared “a revolution of the thirsty.” Until water is distributed more equitably in the country, unrest will continue, making governance unsustainable and necessitating military rule.  


Karen Piper is the author of The Price of Thirst (now available from University of Minnesota Press), Cartographic Fictions and Left in the Dust, which the Los Angeles Times has called an “eco-thriller” that every “tap-turning American” should read. A regular contributor to Places magazine, Piper is also a winner of Sierra’s Nature Writing Award and has published in numerous academic journals. She is professor of postcolonial studies in English and adjunct professor in geography at the University of Missouri. 

"A wonderful book—full of commitment, deeply moving, with stories of real people affected by corporate water grabs. I highly recommend The Price of Thirst." —Maude Barlow, chair of the board of Food & Water Watch

"Will conflicts over water define the 21st century as the battle to control oil did the 20th? Karen Piper gives us a vivid, inside view of the bizarre world of the water privatizers and their friends in the World Bank. She also offers inspiring account of their opponents: the emerging global movement to make clean water a universal human right." —Mike Davis, author of
Planet of Slums

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Lorna Landvik: Why I wrote Best to Laugh, Part 2.

Stand-up and improvisational comedian, public speaker, and best-selling author

This is the third post in a weekly series by Lorna Landvik.
#1: On destiny.

Several years ago on a visit to Los Angeles, I took a long, leisurely stroll down my old stomping grounds: Hollywood Boulevard. Most of my favorite landmarks and hang-outs were gone. There was no Highland Drug, at whose soda foundation I would sit, drinking coffee and paging through Variety; no Beef Bowl, where a lunch of teriyaki vegetables and rice costed less than three dollars; no JJ Newberry’s, the deliciously cluttered dime-store; no Broadway Department Store; no Brown Derby; no B. Dalton (formerly Pickwick’s) Bookstore; no C.C. Brown’s Ice Cream Parlor . . . 

So many ‘no mores.’

Maybe something was sparked in my writer’s subconscious then; a need to write about a place that had had such a strong physical and metaphorical presence in my life.

A phone store replaced the little boutique where I once bought a snazzy (I thought) blazer, which I wore to an audition in Studio City. The bus stopped close to the casting office, but still, I had to run a half block through a rare rain shower. My snazzy (I thought) blazer got wet enough that its red dye begin running in streaks down the cuffs and onto my hands. I looked like a soggy stigmatic; and, surprise, I didn’t get the part.

Hollywood Boulevard is more Vegas-ified now. Grauman’s is no longer the name of the Chinese Theatre, but it still exists, in the shadow of a huge shopping/entertainment complex built around it. There are more chain restaurants and fewer Beef Bowls; more chain stores and fewer boutiques that sell poorly dyed clothing. So there is progress, I guess.

Crossing LaBrea, I headed west toward the big old ugly high-rise that looms on the acreage where Peyton Hall once graciously nestled. When my fella and I used to skate the Boulevard, he often would get behind me and push me up the slight incline of the last long block. (One of the many reasons he became my husband.)

Robin Williams had a pied-à-terre there, and the magazine Apartment Life did a pictorial on his place. We shared garbage bins with several other tenants, including McLean Stevenson, who left his Christmas tree up all year, lights twinkling. Once he threw out a bunch of stuff, including a framed water-colored painting by his young daughter. We helped ourselves to it—we liked it—and it hangs on our bedroom wall now, next to the Picasso and the Manet. (Okay, next to the action shots of our daughters playing hockey.)

Our fellow tenants were old directors, young actors, screenwriters, guitarists, music critics, a fashion designer, restaurateurs, and a nurse who worked at the Screen Actors Guild Retirement Home. There were people whose show-biz careers were over or had never started, and people whose careers were just taking off. Dreams were a real currency to be spent, not to be hidden away in vest pockets. You could have a conversation by the pool with someone who seemed pickled in bitterness one minute and the next they were beaming with hope and excitement.

Ultimately, that’s why I chose to write about that time in my life of dreams and big dreamers, when possibility was like a county fair carney, urging all comers to "Come on in, step right up. Try your luck, don’t be afraid.”


Lorna Landvik is the best-selling author of many novels, including Patty Jane’s House of CurlAngry Housewives Eating Bon-BonsOh My Stars, and Mayor of the Universe (Minnesota, 2014). Her most recent novel, Best to Laugh, is now available from University of Minnesota Press.

"Filled with historical lore about Hollywood’s glory days, inside observations about the chauvinism that pervades the comedy boys’ club, and a bevy of secondary characters straight out of central casting, Landvik’s homage to funny ladies everywhere is a joyful, breezy trip down memory lane." Booklist

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Students on Isherwood: I Am George, a meditation on life and death in A Single Man.

Today marks the occasion of what would be Christopher Isherwood's 110th birthday (born on August 26th, 1904). To honor this event, Christopher Freeman and James J. Berg, editors of the forthcoming volume The American Isherwood (December 2014), have compiled exemplary essays about Isherwood's craft from their students to share on the Press blog on a monthly basis leading up to the publication of their book.

This essay is printed with permission from the author. It has been edited from the original version.


Student, University of Southern California

This past semester, I had the opportunity to intensely study Christopher Isherwood. Though I had read most of Mr. Norris Changes Trains and the classic Berlin Stories, much of Isherwood was unknown to me, as much of my reading comes from before the twentieth century. Could I learn to identify with or at least appreciate writers of the past 75 or so years? The answer was, resoundingly, yes. Reading Isherwood on Writing introduced me to the public Isherwood—and, more importantly, the storyteller with whom I felt I could connect, full of small stories both historical and simply personal. The Great Novelist Christopher Isherwood seemed far away, yet the lectures were personal and something human I could connect to. True appreciation of Isherwood came in the form of A Single Man. When professor Freeman assigned the novel, I admit I was skeptical that I could relate to a book written about an old, sad man. And I hated it at first. It was not until a class discussion that I had the epiphany that inspired the following essay. I hated this novel because I am George. As a 19-year-old straight female, I am George, a 60-year-old gay man living in a Los Angeles that was still building some of the freeways I now dread. I understood George and could draw from the novel what I believe to be its legacy—and what Isherwood’s legacy should focus on. It is a novel that understands love and loss, life and death, at a human level, stripping away the relevance (if there was any) of George’s sexuality; and stands as a reminder that the true Minority is simply made up of The Living as a single group—a reminder that most every member of today’s society needs.

The Grumpy Old Men and I: An Analysis of A Single Man Through Isherwood’s Diaries
On April 20, 1953, Christopher Isherwood wrote that he felt a “lack on inclination to cope with a constructed, invented plot.” As an author of numerous works of fiction by that time, such a lack of inclination could have sabotaged his career. But Isherwood continued to work instead, and a decade later produced what is arguably his masterpiece, A Single Man. Though A Single Man is, of course, a work of fiction, Isherwood drew from his own life at the time, surrounded by many friends and acquaintances dead and dying, and working through a rough period in his long-term relationship with Don Bachardy. The novel’s main character, George, almost perfectly emblematizes grumpy old men, their outlook on the doldrums of daily life and work, and surely their relationship with death and thoughts on growing old as they watch loved ones die and discover their deaths. Isherwood’s own rejection of fiction and developing fascination with reality clearly contributes to the almost perfect reality and psychological development of George and the interactions he has. This work subtly intertwines motifs of the contrast between minority and majority, living and dead, and pulls it all together through the main character’s often ironic recognition of his lack of inclination to cope with the constructed plot.

Through much of the first half of the book, George takes form into a recognizable human being as he goes through the motions of the morning to first recognize, then groom and feed himself, alone in the house he shared with a longtime lover. Of the little information readers learn about George, one thing is quite clear: he is a homosexual living in an increasingly homogenous and material world, regardless of well-intentioned neighbors reading so-called psychological studies on the subject of a sexuality that is neither their own nor accepted as a result of reading such studies.

Slowly, the reader learns that George is an English professor at a university, the students of which provide contrasts and even counterexamples to George’s worldviews. Though Isherwood provides the readers insight into almost all of George’s thoughts, George himself does not say much out loud until his monologue at the end of his class about minorities and majorities. George originally intended this monologue to be a response to a student question about Aldous Huxley (one of Isherwood’s acquaintances) and then as a lesson to a member of the class he suspects is gay. However, this motif George expresses for the class carries him through the rest of his day, and the reader through the end of the novel. George explains to his class “a minority is only thought of as a minority when it constitutes some kind of threat to the majority, real or imaginary” (70) and after leaving school to pay a hospital visit, realizes that he belongs to another kind of minority—“The Living. [He] knows—for a little while at least—because he is freshly returned from the icy presence of The Majority” (104). The members of The Living threaten the Majority, The Dead, by simply surviving one more day at a time. Though this threat to The Dead is both imaginary and inevitable, death seems to counter-attack every day as each person grows slowly older; ultimately, survival means death, simply at a later date.

The current members of The Living are clearly a numeric minority to the billions of dead, and the members of The Minority slowly become members of The Majority over time. Perhaps it is this slow acceptance by long-term members of The Living that resists death and threatens The Majority the closer the person gets to death while retaining membership in The Minority. This survival, then, is what George tells his students is The Minority’s “own kind of aggression [that] dares the majority to attack it” (72). The older one becomes, the more of a survivor one is, and the closer one comes to “enemy lines,” creating a mentality similar to any sport played on a field—the further into enemy territory one goes, the more one adopts both an anxious and a daring attitude. One does not wish to be caught, yet simultaneously, one knows it is a distinct possibility that one wishes would happen, to either get it all over with or to prove one’s worth. Either way, though the player must accept death, as all mortals must, he or she maintains a vitality against the constructed plot of growing old and accepting one’s fate tiredly by settling down with retirement activities.

Isherwood further demonstrates this choice to either “deal with the constructed plot” or not through George’s observations of the students, the young generation, juxtaposed with the portrait of George through his own thoughts as representative of the older generation. As George observes the students, he notes that “somewhere, in the midst of their servitude to the must-be, the mad might-be whispers to them to live, know, experience—what? … Will any of them make it? Oh, sure. One, at least. Two or three at most, all in these searching thousands” (47-48). Of all the students that surround him, George knows that maybe two at most will understand the conflict between the Minority and the Majority, and fewer still will combat the idea of death with the vitality of life, of breaking from the mold provided for them and entertaining the possibilities of the might-be.

George, on the other hand, understands the importance of “fighting back” for oneself, but only after George wallows in his loss of Jim and settles into pointless despair. After leaving the hospital, George asks himself, “who says I have to be brave? … Who depends on me now? Who cares?” (113). Each time, George’s own implied answer of “I do” resonates with the reader. 

George, unlike the students, understands and encounters the death of loved ones every day; George knows the pain of losing one’s partner in life. His life, knowledge, and experience have brought him to the end of his life—fittingly, alone as the “one” to make it through having embraced the might-be and rejected the mold society supplied to him. As George notes in the hospital, nothing can be brought, even oneself as a member of the Living, into the realm of the Majority. It is this knowledge and understanding that allows George to feel so strongly about death, that give him the insight into the game.

Here, George wishes that the game be over with, and in reaction thrusts himself back into the world, dangerously close to the Majority yet welcoming its attack, daring it to make a move. George notices two boys playing tennis at the university as he walks through campus, one of whom was clearly built to play a sport like tennis, the other clearly not and about to lose the game. What George notices, however, is that the blonde boy about to lose could easily tackle the other, an action he was clearly more built for, and win the game. Rather than do so, however, “the blonde boy accepts the rules, binds himself by them … Won’t he keep getting himself involved in the wrong kind of game, the kind of game he was never born to play, against an opponent who is quick and clever and merciless?” (53). This boy, a member of the generation after George’s, accepts all the rules of tennis, and by implication of life, as strict rules that must be observed and will cause him to lose. These rules of life compose the mold of how to become successful: earn a degree, get a job, get married, follow the traditional paths to be safe; but it is exactly this attitude that causes the boy to lose in the larger battle between the Minority of the Living and the Majority. However, George’s path that involves more choice ultimately leads him to the same place as the blonde boy’s path. This only lends more significance to the suggestion to break free from the approved dialogue, because nobody can bring anything with them to the Majority, concluding that one should live for the present, and live a life he or she considers worth living. 

Isherwood leaves his readers at the university with a paradoxical thought: “the very few who are simply beautiful, just cause they aren’t anxious or aggressive about anything; they’re taking life as it comes” (78). These people, the few who are simply beautiful, are part of the Minority because they are alive; yet they are not part of the minority in the sense that the members of the Minority dare the Majority to attack them. So, the simply beautiful do not figure into the discussion of the Minority and Majority, because they offer no threat to the Majority and do not live as members of the Minority of the Living. They are so far beyond the constructed plot they do not even perceive its effects. Though the discussion of this group is minimal, it seems to be the most beneficial group to be in, neither here nor there and therefore in no way a target for the Majority. Yet George is not one of the simply beautiful. He worries, he’s aggressive, and he is supposed to be the protagonist the reader looks to for guidance. George is also an older man. Perhaps he was once one of the truly beautiful, which gave him the perspective he has now through comparison between his former actions and the actions of today. If so, this novel gives younger readers as well as older readers a guideline for how Isherwood believes death should be confronted. In both cases, this is through non-conformity, breaking with the pre-constructed molds, and accepting life and death as they come.

Isherwood, then, sets out to demonstrate through his characters exactly how to deal with the most human problem of all: mortality. As a fiction writer tired of fiction, he turns to the reality of life and death to create a universal work of fiction that slowly builds on ideas he fostered for almost a decade before he wrote them down. In a decade like the 1950s, obsessed with conformity, it became clear that the answer was to break from the pre-constructed plot of life to understand one’s own art and through that, one’s own mortality—a concept that resonates even today in a material and conformity-driven society.


Monday, August 25, 2014

Lorna Landvik: Why I wrote Best to Laugh, Part 1.

Stand-up and improvisational comedian, public speaker, and best-selling author

This is the second in a weekly series by Lorna Landvik. Check out the first post, on destiny, here.

I was asked the other day why I finally decided to write about the time I spent in Hollywood doing stand-up comedy.

“Why now?” the inquisitor asked.

“Why was this the subject matter for your tenth novel instead of your first?”

There is that old saw, “Write what you know,” to which my reaction has always been, “Why?”

After all, the fun of writing fiction is making things up. The main characters of my first book, Patty Jane’s House of Curl, were two sisters (I don’t have a sister) and the setting is a beauty salon (my mom, proud of her thick wavy hair, did not keep a weekly appointment at Shear Magic like my friends’ mothers did and I wasn’t inside a beauty salon until eleventh grade, when I had my hair pouffed up and shellacked for the SnoDays dance).

My subsequent novels were based on characters who came into my head and I wrote about their lives, not mine. (Okay, so I’ve given little nods to my autobiography—most of my books include at least one Norwegian, someone who loves candy, and are set in Minnesota, and yes, I will give a passing minor character the first or last name of a friend, relative, or acting compatriot.)

I don’t know how long the idea for Best to Laugh simmered. I wish I had kept better records, as I would probably be the first to be eliminated in a memory challenge. Here’s what I do know: I have had a recurring dream—my only recurring dream—of Peyton Hall and its ultimate destruction since I left Hollywood. I put Candy, my heroine, in this most Hollywood of Hollywood apartment complexes, a complex that, yes, did have an Olympic-sized swimming pool designed by Douglas Fairbanks (I originally heard it was Johnny Weissmuller); did have embossed palm trees on the dining room wallpaper and rattan wallpaper on the ceilings; did have old tenants who could tell you how overpowering the smell of oranges and night-blooming jasmine was in the evenings and how you could get a steak dinner at Musso & Frank for forty cents. In this recurring dream of mine (the same one I give Candy), Peyton Hall is in the process of being torn down and me and a few other tenants still squat in the roofless, wall-less apartments in the back.

Back in the late ‘70s and early ‘80s, there weren’t a lot of women doing stand-up comedy, but there were a lot more than there were in the ‘50s and ‘60s. And (yahoo!) there are so many more now. Evolution is real.

However and whenever the idea came to me, I’m so glad it did, because it was so much fun to write.

I met my best friend in Hollywood at a Comedy Store workshop held on Sunday mornings filled with kids (i.e., people in their early twenties) who’d always gotten laughs in class, at home, on the bus, wherever. Kids for whom laughs were important; kids who wanted nothing more than to make a living doing what they loved doing: making people laugh.

Betty was a black woman from Detroit and I was a white woman from Minneapolis and we clicked in that open-arm, Hey, Pal! way you do with those who get you and those you get.

It was Betty who I’d stand with, waiting in line at the Comedy Store or the Improv to sign up for Amateur Night; Betty who I’d sit with watching other performers and whispering our snarky critiques or slumping in laughter (here’s to you, Larry Hudson, wherever you are: you were sublimely funny); Betty with whom I’d drive with in her old Mustang to the Denny’s on Sunset, where we’d order liver and onions (we both liked it—*&#@??!) and discuss whose act worked and whose didn’t, and why.

Betty could make me laugh in the way that hurts and while she had some success and was in a couple movies, she did not have the success she deserved. That’s the real heartbreak of Hollywood: sometimes the sublimely talented, the ones who spun your world’s axis in a way you didn’t think could be spun, wound up typing invoices in an insurance office, or doling out samples of pickle relish at Albertsons grocery store.


Lorna Landvik is the best-selling author of many novels, including Patty Jane’s House of CurlAngry Housewives Eating Bon-BonsOh My Stars, and Mayor of the Universe (Minnesota, 2014). Her most recent novel, Best to Laugh, is now available from University of Minnesota Press. Check back next week for more memories from Landvik.

"Landvik’s novel (Best to Laugh) is happily filled with a double dose of nostalgia—the protagonist’s for the golden age of Hollywood and the author’s for a lovably gritty 1970s Los Angeles."
—Kirkus Reviews

Best to Laugh is cheerfully outlandish, filled with ambition, love, adventure, kindness, swimming pools, nightclubs, and baked goods. Best of all, it’s laugh-out-loud hilarious."
—Julie Schumacher, author of 
The Unbearable Book Club for Unsinkable Girls

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Lorna Landvik: Do we really "choose" our destinies—or are they written in the stars?

Stand-up and improvisational comedian, public speaker, and best-selling author

This is the first in a weekly series by Lorna Landvik.

It’s a true story I often tell, about knowing that I wanted to be a writer when I learned how to read in the first grade. 

“See Spot jump!” “See Puff jump!” 

Oh, the thrill to read words about that crazy duo! In the same pivotal school year, I decided I also wanted to be a baton twirler. It was the fringed boots more than the baton gymnastics that got me, but that particular career goal didn’t last long enough for me to ever prep for it (i.e., get a baton).

I have a December birthday and when I was in grade school, you didn’t have to be 5 before you entered kindergarten; all you had to do was share the same birth year as your classmates. So I always was one of the youngest, if not the youngest in my class as well as the youngest in my family. Just as I pick and choose what characteristics my astrological sign (Sagittarius) imbues me with, I’m also selective in those traits my birth order has affected. I tend to think birth-order studies are piffle when they say things like youngest children have a tendency to pout; but I believe they’re right on when they claim we youngest sometimes have to fight for attention and are often drawn to artistic or creative pursuits.

In writing about Candy, the main character in my novel Best to Laugh, I never considered her birth order (an only child) or astrological sign (Taurus—I just looked it up). She believes that while her own sense of humor was encouraged by her own funny mother, it was present at birth, as ingrained genetically as her hair and eye color. I share Candy’s belief, but an inherent sense of humor and the desire to perform on stage are not always partnered traits. The class clown who cracks up everyone in math class might be the kid who freezes during his debut in the fourth-grade Christmas play, and the shy, quiet kid might be the one who turns into Lily Tomlin in the school talent show. In my unscientific but observational study, I’d say the majority of comedians court laughter in real life, but there is a definite minority who reserve their jokes and laughs-getting for the stage.

My dad was funny in real life; he was a good storyteller who’d use voices for comic effect but he never, as far as I knew, had a desire to perform. My mom, who came from a musical family (really, they were like the Von Trapp Singers without the lederhosen) enjoyed public performance and not only lent her pretty alto to the Morris Park Mother Singers, but grabbed the comic roles. Seared into my memory is the picture of my mom wearing a suit of feathers and a beak and racing up the aisles of the auditorium, pecking at audience members as her fellow Mother Singers sang, ‘Yellow Bird.’

I am my mother’s child. If there’s a bird suit, I will happily step into it, will position the elastic-banded beak over my nose, ready to peck.


Lorna Landvik is the best-selling author of many novels, including Patty Jane’s House of Curl, Angry Housewives Eating Bon-Bons, Oh My Stars, and Mayor of the Universe (Minnesota, 2014). Her most recent novel, Best to Laugh, is now available from University of Minnesota Press. She has performed stand-up and improvisational comedy around the country and is also a public speaker, playwright, and actor, most recently seen in an all-improvised, one-woman show Party in the Rec Room. Check back next week for more memories from Landvik.

"Landvik’s novel (Best to Laugh) is happily filled with a double dose of nostalgia—the protagonist’s for the golden age of Hollywood and the author’s for a lovably gritty 1970s Los Angeles."
—Kirkus Reviews

Best to Laugh is cheerfully outlandish, filled with ambition, love, adventure, kindness, swimming pools, nightclubs, and baked goods. Best of all, it’s laugh-out-loud hilarious."
—Julie Schumacher, author of
The Unbearable Book Club for Unsinkable Girls

"One of the things that accounts for Lorna Landvik’s immense popularity is the essential good-heartedness she brings to her work. But as much as this is a celebration of a very special time and place, it is even more a celebration of character, desire, friendship, perseverance, and love—oh, and hamburger hot dish."
—Elizabeth Berg, author of Tapestry of Fortunes and The Day I Ate Whatever I Wanted

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Understanding inequality—across ecosystems, species, and human populations.

Author of Total Liberation and professor and Don A. Martindale Endowed Chair of Sociology at the University of Minnesota

The concept of total liberation stems from a determination to understand and combat all forms of inequality and oppression. It is comprised of four pillars: an ethic of justice and anti-oppression inclusive of people, nonhuman animals, and ecosystems; anarchism; anticapitalism; and an embrace of direct action tactics. This is the framework I see animating earth and animal liberation movements, and I explore it throughout this book.

The total liberation frame also speaks to key issues in ethnic and gender studies because it invokes and expands the concept of intersectionality, suggesting that if intersectionality begins and ends with humans, then that concept is unnecessarily restrictive. Total liberation activists contend that one cannot fully grasp the foundations of racism, classism, sexism, and patriarchy without also understanding speciesism (an ideology supporting the dominance of one species such as humans over others) because they are all ideologies and practices rooted in hierarchy and the creation of oppositional superior and inferior subjects. The total liberation frame links oppression and privileges across species, ecosystems, and human populations, suggesting a theory and path toward justice and freedom—something missing in traditional models of intersectionality. Thus the concept of total liberation reveals both the complexity of various systems of hierarchy while also suggesting points of intervention, transformative change, solidarity, and coalition building across group boundaries. Total liberation is, above all, a cultural force because its greatest power lies in the strength and audacity of its vision. And while it may never gain widespread appeal, it is sociologically significant because the ideas embodied in the frame constitute a threat to the core of socioecological inequalities.

One particularly demonstrative interview I conducted was with scott crow, a community organizer, writer, strategist, and speaker, who advocates the philosophy and practices of anarchism for social, environmental, and economic justice. His decades of political activities across social movements with groups as varied as Anti-Racist Action, Greenpeace, Common Ground Collective, Stop Huntingdon Animal Cruelty (SHAC), and A.C.O.R.N earned him the FBI label “domestic terrorist” and, from media sources, the more inflammatory label of “eco-terrorist.” Law enforcement tapped his phone, scoured his tax records, and deployed numerous informants who attempted to entrap crow in various illegal acts for years. The earth and animal liberation movements are made up primarily of white, middle-class, people and therefore comprise persons who—independent of their politics and actions—hail from privileged groups. However, when one takes into account these activists’ politics and actions, the story becomes more complex: that privilege is revealed as contingent. As scott crow told me, “I want collective liberation, and anti-oppression to me is the first step in that it’s recognizing the difference between privilege and oppression and recognizing that people like myself have privilege that we receive from being white males from North America, and all the things, achieving middle class, but that it can be conditional.” I contend that the language and legal apparatus of “ecoterrorism” momentarily places these activists outside the sphere of citizenship. By treating them as threats to national security and the American way of life, the state enables the neutralization of their movements. I therefore view state and corporate repression of earth and animal liberation movements as an example of the production and repression of racial deviants—those whites in the United States who refuse to conform to the nation’s cultural, political, and social disciplinary norms. They are deemed “not quite white” in the state’s political-legal discourse, even if only momentarily (here I draw on the work of feminist scholar Ann McClintock).

“All oppression is linked.” This is a claim often made by radical earth and animal liberation activists and is the foundation of what I call socioecological inequality; that is, the ways in which humans, nonhumans, and ecosystems intersect to produce hierarchies—privileges and disadvantages—within and across species and space that ultimately place each at great risk. Socioecological inequality (SEI), as a research approach, builds upon environmental inequality in a number of ways. While environmental inequality highlights the links between threats to humans and ecosystems with a primary emphasis on human well being, the focus of SEI is on the hierarchical relationships among humans, ecosystems, and nonhuman animals that produce harms across each sphere. In this way, socioecological inequality underscores that humans, ecosystems, and nonhumans are intertwined in the production of inequality and violence and that relationships that might privilege humans in the short run may also place them in jeopardy in the long term.

While activists embracing total liberation bring a host of views to this question, I should be clear about where I stand. The discussions and debates about animal rights often get mired in unproductive and poorly thought-out comparisons between the oppression of nonhumans to humans—particularly women, Jewish victims of the Nazi Holocaust, and people of color. I do not subscribe to the notion that oppression of one kind is the same or even remotely equivalent to another kind. I cannot claim to know what one species or population experiences, and I would never draw an equivalence between or among such phenomena. What I do conclude, however, as a sociologist, is that the ideological justifications among humans in support of racism, classism, patriarchy, heterosexuality, nativism, and speciesism operate using a similar logic. That is, while the above are distinct practices that create and legitimate hierarchies across social categories of difference (and certainly the categories themselves are not equivalent and are unique), they all are supported by the idea that one group is superior to another and therefore deserving of superior consideration, treatment, and life chances. This logic of domination and hierarchy is defined and deployed differently across each of these social categories, so that it appears in distinct forms and variations, but it is nonetheless an ideology that supports unearned privileges and advantages for some through the oppression of others. That point should be obvious but, sadly, requires emphasis because it is often lost or rarely if ever stated in these debates. My argument simply focuses on the human ideology of hierarchy itself.

What will surprise readers most about this book? The longstanding and enduring connections between ecological movements and movements for social justice. As an environmental justice studies scholar, I have often asked myself why I became interested in these largely white, middle-class, and relatively privileged radical movements. There are two reasons: first, I was drawn to the radical tactical and direct action work these activists practiced since that pushed the envelope well beyond what I had seen in the EJ movement in the United States. The second reason I became attracted to these movements was that after I began studying them, I realized that some—certainly not all or even most—of these activists were articulating a serious critique of hierarchy and oppression in all forms. Despite its many shortcomings, that combination of radical analysis and action was remarkable.

I am careful not to romanticize these movements. My position is this: I am presenting data and analysis that underscore why these movements are sociologically significant and of possible interest to anyone concerned with ecological politics. I am also critical of these movements for their many shortcomings but make those critiques from a position of solidarity. That has always been my position on the environmental justice movement, and in that regard, this study is no different.


David Naguib Pellow is author of Total Liberation: The Power and Promise of Animal Rights and the Radical Earth Movement (which can also be found on Facebook) and professor and Don A. Martindale Endowed Chair of Sociology at the University of Minnesota. He is also coauthor of The Slums of Aspen: Immigrants vs. the Environment in America’s Eden and author of Resisting Global Toxics: Transnational Movements for Environmental Justice and Garbage Wars: The Struggle for Environmental Justice in Chicago.

"David Naguib Pellow is a first-rate scholar, and this rich, carefully-researched book demonstrates that fact. His refusal to march lock-step with any given theoretical perspective but, rather, to employ a variety of them to illuminate his data (data from diverse sources) makes this effort all the more impressive. In numerous places I found myself admiring his insights into a movement I have studied for decades."
—Rik Scarce, Skidmore College

"This is a provocative book. Pellow’s notion of ‘socioecological justice’ broadens the focus of environmental justice theory and research, while his ‘total liberation frame’ captures commonalities across a wide range of diverse movements for justice. Both concepts are likely to spark debate and future scholarship."
—Riley Dunlap, Oklahoma State University