Nerds

Nerds: Who They Are and Why We Need More of Them

by David Anderegg, Ph.D.

 

This title caught my eye at a booksale I went to. It's the first non-fiction essay I've read in a while, but I have to say that the topic was what drew me to pick it up. A book about nerds? That sounded fascinating.

 

The writer introduces a series of questions: exactly what sort of qualities constitutes a nerd? What's the difference between a nerd and a geek? How prevalent is the nerd stereotype in our American culture? Is the stereotype of "nerdiness" affecting the children of America in a negative way?

 

The author's voice is approachable and reader-friendly. Despite the social psychology aspects of this topic, he rarely uses professional jargons or long, winded-out sentences and makes sure to define and reiterate any potentially confusing ideas. So if I didn't understand something the first time I read it, I move on; nine times out of ten, he repeats it in a slightly different sentence format that helps get the point across.

 

This book raised a lot of inner questions for me. My first reaction after completing the first chapter was to ask myself: is the nerd persecution of elementary and middle schools of America really as bad as he makes it out to be? Because when reading this book, it's pretty bad. Kids are being driven to depression, self-denial, loss of identity, and all sorts of social problems because they are being labelled as "nerds" by other kids. The author also points out some correlations between the decline of interest in math and science of middle schoolers, and the increasing phenomenon of nerdism among those students. Though he refrains from declaring the thesis outright, there is an implication here that essentially, children's desires not to be labelled as a nerd contribute to a decrease of interest in maths and sciences...because maths and sciences are nerdy.

 

I can't say anything as a representative of any pool of nerds, but as a studious type of student myself, who posts book reviews on my very own blog in my spare time, I'd say that I may also fall into the nerd category. And the persecution was never as bad as how this book describes it. Perhaps the majority of the children he interviewed/sampled for his research happened to be kids suffering problems as a nerd. Perhaps he didn't get a lot of kids coming into his office to declare: "I'm a nerd and I'm proud of it!" But in any case, I found myself wondering if this book is just slightly exaggerated.

 

But otherwise, it's an intellectual read, worth the several days I spent reading the results of Dr. Anderegg's social studies. I especially liked the advice to parents that he included in his conclusion. No matter what I may or may not think about nerd stereotypes after reading this book, it still gives some practical tips in how to help my future kids deal with such social problems, should the need arise. Better safe than sorry.



The Jungle

The Jungle

by Upton Sinclair

 

A bit of chugging required. Before I picked up this book, I already had a basic knowledge of the background circumstances. Mainly, the political graft and corruption that ran rampant in the United States in the early 20th century, as well as the severely harsh conditions imposed on the immigrants coming in through Ellis Island. It helped me have the rght perspective in mind when I read through some of the drier parts of the narration: the overly detailed accounts of the butchering processes in factories, the elaborate monologues by socialists, the overbearing description of the protagonist's utterly bereft situation. All of these I interpreted as supporting statements for the author's argument about immigrant workers in America, rather than as divergeances from the main storyline. Indeed, in Upton Sinclair's novel, the plot is hardly central. If somebody picks up this book expecting a good story and some sympathetic characters, there is not much to be gleaned. But if every element, every paragraph is taken to be a survey of the lives of the oppressed in the 20th century, then this book can be fairly enlightening.

 

The first chapter starts off at a wedding. When I read the opening paragraph depicting the merry celebrations of a newlywed Lithuanian couple, I confess: I did a double take, made sure I had the right book in my hands, and read the paragraph twice more to ensure that indeed--it was a jolly wedding. It is only when Jurgis, the groom, suggests that his bride Ona take the next day off from work that the theme of the book becomes clearer. Ona protests violently, despite it being their honeymoon. Her reason is that if she takes the day off, they "shall be ruined."

 

This first glimpse at the darker side of the narration leads to an explanation of how this family ended up at a wedding in America, and at first, the author's voice, and the characters' attitudes, are deceptively upbeat. Everything is flowers and meadows, dreams of hope and riches and freedom, awestruck wonder at the technology of the US meat-packing industries.

 

But time moves forward. The family buys a house. They get jobs. They settle down to earn a living. And they find themselves caught up in the destructive competition among workingmen. If one doesn't work well enough, they find themselves out on the streets, replaced at the job by someone else willing to work for half the pay. The jobs are dangerous, unsanitary, and monotonous. It becomes increasingly harder for the family to make ends meet. It is at this point in the story that Jurgis and Ona get married. Their attempt to hang on to their traditions, and indeed, humanity itself, glitters as the last glimpse of their happiness, before they are plunged into debt, poverty, oppression, and misery.

 

I thought this to be a clever set-up on the author's part. Behind the merrymakings of the first chapter, there lies a deep cavern of human misery into which polite society dares not look. Most Americans of Sinclair's time must have imagined the lives of immigrants to be something like that wedding--though they may not have the best of circumstances, they make do with what they have and achieve happiness one way or another. But in the rest of book, Sinclair clearly denies this illusion. Immigrants are not even given the chance that Lady Liberty stands for. As the book puts it, they sow so that others may reap. They die without ever gleaning the fruits of their labor.

 

Another thing I noted in the course of this book was the way Sinclair managed to portray all the different facets of American society through just one character. Jurgis, who starts out as a dreaming young man moving to America, lives through a great many changes in his lives, each reflecting an aspect of the US that hadn't been visible before. First, he toils as a working man among the machines, slowly wasting away under the pressures of family burdens and low wages. At one point, he finds himself being paid to vote for a political candidate of his district, showing the readers a glimpse of the lowest portion of the political corruption system. Then he is unjustly thrown in jail and meets the criminals of America--an even darker side of American society than before. When he emerges, he goes on to wander the country as a "hobo," and through a series of events, becomes involved in the heart of the political manipulations going on in Chicago. In essence, Jurgis travels from being politically manipulated to becoming a political manipulator. Thus, the reader has a chance to take a look at the process directly, rather than simply wondering at its inner workings the whole time.

 

But Jurgis' period of political involvement doesn't last too long, and he finally ends up among the Socialists. During this time period, most Americans scoffed at the idea of socialism--it seemed unnecessary when democracy ruled DC. But Jurgis' interpretation of Socialism is startling. To him, socialism is the only doctrine that offers a solid, practical way to escape the endless cycle of misery he has been condemned to. Everything in this book, portrayed from the point of view of the lowest class of men, becomes inverted. The meat-packing industries that provide food to so many homes are now the lowest, dirties, scum-of-the-earth who suck the life and will out of the poor to buy diamond rings for the rich. Unlike the American ideal of a settled home and a family, Jurgis prefers to wander alone, unburdened by the responsibility of blood relatives to take care of. Democracy is powerless; it is socialism that brings renewed hope. All of these would have contradicted typical American beliefs at the time, yet Sinclair portrays these views so convincingly that even president Roosevelt felt the need to act upon it, if somewhat reluctantly.

 

Mostly, what strikes me about this book is the imploring voice of the narrator. It felt a bit over-the-top, and sometimes downright exaggerated, but overall there is a sense of urgency and disgust at the state of conditions that calls for the reader to think more deeply about the truth of these statements. It isn't so much about the disgusting tubs of lard and fat being processed through contaminated tubs. This book reveals the absence of democracy in the land of the free, as seen through the eyes of people who felt the repurcussions the most.



Kite Runner

Kite Runner

by Khaled Hosseini

 

A vivid read. I actually meant to read this a lot earlier, but somehow or another never got around to it until last week. This story, of a skewed friendship and a haunting past, that ultimately circles back onto itself, served as a great mirror of the human faults, as well as the human beauty. It raised a lot of important and poignant questions in my mind: When courage fails and fear overtakes you, what should one do? When faced with the decision of personal safety or justice for others, what should one do? Can any one person be blamed for anything bad that happens in life? I loved the way this book left me to ponder these, and so many more important life questions as I flipped past the last page.

 

The main character Amir is not lovable. He does nothing to beholden himself to his readers; rather, he comes off as cowardly and whiny, always trying to justify his selfishness and wrongdoings. At the same time, though, the reader must empathize with him. Empathy is demanded. Not just because of his thirst for a father's love, as universal as it is. I connected with Amir in his descriptions, his voice. The brilliant flashes of his childhood days, colored gold in the good parts and bloodstained red in the bad, are similar to the childhood memories that we often have. We don't remember the good old days as an unbroken roll of film. Like Amir, our childhood pervades our lives in short bursts of vivid detail. Ordinary objects call to mind something that happened in the past, and more often than not, it is the little, unimportant memories that we recall, rather than the big grand ones. So it is with Amir, and I loved that--as much as he shuts out Hazzan and Kabul from his life, the way he talks, the way he describes things, the way every other paragraph always alludes back to his Hazara friend, is beautiful in its humanity. And in his humanity, we find a fellow human being to connect with.

 

Hazzan embodied perfection, I felt. Rather than being a down-to-earth, real-life person, this other boy felt more like a foil for Amir himself. Everything Hazzan says or does provides a detail with which we compare Amir. Hazzan can skip stones better than Amir. He is the nicer one. The braver one. The one who is favored by Baba. The one who can beat Amir in cards and can solve all the riddles Amir gives him. The one who can run a kite better than any other kid in the neighborhood. These qualities are downgraded by Amir, who emphasizes Hazzan's lowly status, his hated heritage, and the fact that Hazzan will always obey Amir's will, no matter what. Amir tries his best to make sure Hazzan never becomes the better of the two. Amir is full of flaws, and the irony of Amir being the priveleged boy while he seems inferior is not lost upon the reader. This contrast between the two boys is a natural foreshadowing for the tragedy that follows.

 

What I'm still wondering is, how did Hazzan know? How did he know that Amir knew what happened? This is the only unexplained part in the book that I thought worth mentioning. It could be that the author left that answer blank on purpose, to really show the void left behind by Hazzan's death. In Hazzan's gruesome end, this question will remain unanswered forever. Or perhaps Hazzan knew, because just as Amir saw the resignation in Hazzan's eyes, perhaps the servant boy saw the fear in Amir's.

 

I want to read Hosseini's other work, A Thousand Splendid Suns, as soon as I have the opportunity. There is much to be gleaned from his writing. The growth of the characters is heartening to follow, and the slow process of redemption is clearly ongoing as the book comes to a close. While it does not end on a 'happily ever after' note, it is definitely not a tragedy. It is a book that endlessly emphasizes hope: "There is a way to be good again."

Arena

 

 

 

Arena

By Karen Hancock

 

I usually don't like reading science fiction, simply because all the impossible gadgets and aliens and whatnot tend to throw me off. It's like fantasy with computers, in a sense. But I picked this book up at a Christian store and read the first couple of pages, and I immediately liked how the author characterized the protagonist, Callie. The first few scenes when Callie's friend Meg leads her into a supposedly harmless psychological experiment really make the reader wonder, how will this turn into science fiction? After the first chapter, I was hooked.

 

At first, I found it hard to believe that the book had been written as a Christian novel. There were aliens, strange devices, monsters, and such things, and no sign of anything related to the cross. But then, when Callie passes through the Gate and into the Inner Realm of the world, that's when I thought, 'So this is where the Jesus theme comes in!'

 

Elhanu, the great, omnipotent, all-powerful king who created and controls the world they have been sent into, is a benevolent man who wishes for all the humans to make it safely back to earth without succumbing to the temptations of the Watchers and their Fire Curtains (which are basically demonifying steroids that have a suspicious amount of resemblance to Ashera Poles). Immediately, this reminds me of Jesus, and the continuing battle between the forces of Heaven and Hell. Actually, I really appreciated all the subtle hints to various elements of the Bible: for example, the helmets and belts the humans wear are obviously a reference to the armor of God described in the New Testament.

 

Also, the human struggles Callie goes through, and her ultimate victory, are very encouraging, especially for Christians struggling between self-doubt and faith in Jesus Christ. She gripes with her fear of heights and constantly berates herself for her lack of assertiveness. She almost succumbs to temptations many times, and often observes that she can't do anything on her own. It is through this faulty character that Elhanu works. Her, as well as her companions, each with their own pasts and mistakes, learn to come together, sharing the 'link' that Elhanu offers them as they draw strength from Him and from each other.

 

And in true Christian sense, the human antagonists of the story, Garth, Rowena, and Morgan, are both maligned and pitied for their failure to see the great powers Elhanu offers. They rely on their own human strenghs and lose themselves within the intoxicating effects of the Fire Curtains, losing their friends as well as their humanity. Though their actions are loathed, the author portrays them as lost souls, whose own stubbornness became their downfall. How many people of this world go down the path of stubbornness and shaky self-reliance today? Here Karen Hancock expresses just a little bit of the regret God feels for these souls everyday.

 

The ending didn't satisfy me as a reader, though. Pierce loses all of his memories, and although Elhanu promises that they will eventually be restored, the actual moment of recollection is left to the reader's imagination as Hancock finishes off her story. I wanted to see Callie and Pierce meet again. It would have been a very sweet and happy ending.

 

This book renewed my determination to trust in God no matter what the circumstances, and I hope my fellow brothers and sisters in Christ will give this book a try. And not just Christians--even if you aren't a believer, this story is perfectly accessible.



The Year of Living Biblically

The Year of Living Biblically: One Man's Quest to Follow the Bible as Literally as Possible

A.J. Jacobs

As the title says, it is book written in a journal form, chronologically recording the author's 1 year of following all of the rules and regulations in the Bible. This ranges from the standard "love thy neighbor" and "you shalt not steal" all the way to the more obscure ones like "you shall hang tassles from your garments" and "sing with a 10-string harp." The author's voice is witty and modern, and he does a good job of drawing contemporary comparisons to the situations he gets into, so that today's secular audience doesn't get turned off by the word "Bible" right away.

I liked that the author was honest about his feelings at the end. He does not convert to Christianity or Judaism, but he claims that he has a higher appreciation towards the things around him, as well as a better idea of God. As a Christian myself, I can't help being a little disappointed that such a drastic (albeit temporary) lifestyle change didn't do more to help him see Jesus, but in the end, it's all in God's time. I can't hate his penmenship--it was fun and funny to read, and I enjoyed discovering what it feels like to actually abide by some of the laws that modern Christians don't pay attention to anymore.

I can tell Jacobs did a lot of research, and devoted a lot of time into visiting experts in the field. I had no idea there were so many religious denominations in existance; my eyes have been opened to a whole new radical side of religion.

One thing I noticed about this book though, was that Jacobs made a lot of references to Biblical things that might be difficult for an audience that is not as familiar with the Bible. Most things, he does a good job of explaining in simple terms, but sometimes, often when he makes a pun or an inside joke, people who have not read the Bible as closely as others might go "huh?" It was hilarious and insightful for me, since I had read the Bible and am already familiar with most of the stories and traditions in the Bible, but maybe Jacobs skimped on explanations a few times.

Other than that, it was a light read. Not very religiously eye-opening or revolutionary, but something casual if you want to know more about the Bible and what it says (though the meanings are interpreted differently everywhere. This book does a good job of at least presenting the material for the audience to judge for themselves).

The Picture of Dorian Gray

The Picture of Dorian Gray

By Oscar Wilde

Although this is barely more than a short story, Oscar Wilde stuffs it full of themes, meanings, and ideas enough to make my head spin. If I had taken the time to go through the chapters, dissecting the paragraphs one by one, I have a feeling I would have found a lot more being said by Wilde through his characters and his world. Dorian Gray's journey from innocence to depravity in the search for true beauty is uncensored in its grotesque description, yet in a strange sense, I see that same journey being reflected in the real world. Perhaps not as extreme, perhaps even more so, but in any case, Gray is certainly not the only character, fiction or non-fiction, to struggle with and fall prone to the sweet pleasures of distruction

The most prominent element of this book that everybody knows is, of course, Dorian Gray's magical portrait. By an unknown mysterious force, Dorian finds that his portrait suffers the brunt of the passing years and his own depraved lifestyle--while the real Dorian Gray stays fresh, handsome, and young, the portrait ages into a hideous monster that bespeaks of horrible crimes and actions in the real Dorian's life. It is a fantastic idea--having eternal youth while one's own sins are never reflected in our facial expressions, in the dark glimmer in our eyes, in the cruel twist of the mouth (in Oscar Wilde's own words). Dorian Gray, despite his depraved lifestyle, retains the innocent face of his youth, and this is something that almost everyone has wished for at least one time or another. Wars have been fought over eternal youth. Legends have been born to make it real. Futile quests have been embarked in search for that elusive element to make life seemingly complete.

And Dorian Gray gets it.

Oscar Wilde does a fantastic job of passing over the supernatural elements of this event. He does not dwell in a pointless explanation about how this magic works; that isn't the point, after all. He moves on quickly, describing Dorian Gray's reaction--of horror, of ecstacy, of dread, of paranoia, of pride, of disgust. The changes in Dorian's relationship with the portrait are, arguably, the central part of the story, because it is in this relationship that Oscar Wilde explores the contemplation of self. Dorian is reacting to the portrait, but he is also reacting to himself. Every time a new twisted feature is added onto the painting, Dorian either goes into bouts of dispair and self-hatred, and a sort of hyper ecstacy in knowing that nobody but himself will ever see it. The exploration of one's deepest, darkest secrets; the thrills of hiding and the dreads of discovery, all this becomes central in Wilde's narration of human life and relationships.

One of the characters I really want to adress is Lord Henry. He embodies Wilde--he is the prologue of the book, the motivation of Dorian Gray, the anti-conscience that moves the story towards destruction whenever the characters start to ponder the morality of their actions. Unlike Dorian, Lord Henry seems to realize that the true beauty he seeks is beyond reach. He is content to simply think about it, without actually trying to reach it himself. He knows it is impossible, improbable, and unsuited to him. But still, he wishes to glimpse even a bit of it, and he chooses to fulfill this desire by catharsis. Let Dorian and other beautiful creatures strive for ultimate beauty--Lord Henry will watch from the sidelines, a happy audience to their beauty's formation, only stepping on stage to keep them from being sidetracked into "ugly" things like justice or truth.

What is truth? A mere fancy. What is love? A fleeting piece of true art. What is beauty? Nobody knows, but through Dorian Gray's life Lord Henry gets pretty close to finding out. Yet in the end, the beauty they both sought leads to Dorian Gray's destruction, so it seems that Oscar Wilde is denying the merits of beauty. After all, if Dorian's search for beauty ends with a hideous death, then who would want to follow his footsteps. But it may also be noted that the book closes on a description of the lovely portrait--the portrait of Dorian Gray in all his splendor, innocence, and youthful beauty. So was true beauty really reached in the end?

Wilde leaves that for the audience to decide.

The Woman in White

The Woman in White

by Wilkie Collins

A very long book with a fast-paced narration. There are so many amazing elements to this book that I'm not sure where to start. It can be tedious at times for modern readers who are often exasperated by cliches and stereotypical characterization, but Collins still manages to surprise his audience in the end with his surprising revelation at the end of the book.

The Woman in White is narrated from various points of view by different characters in the story, but the two most important characters are Walter Harthright and Marian Halcombe. When Sir Harthright goes to teach two ladies at Limmeridge House a bit of painting, he unwittingly falls in love with one of them, Miss Laura Fairlie, and is entreated by the other lady Ms. Halcombe to go away from the House before Laura Fairlie's betrothed arrives. Accordingly, Harthright leaves the country in a heartbroken state, completely unaware of the series of unfortunate events soon to befall Laura and Marian. After Laura reluctantly marries Sir Percival Glyde, they find that he is a brutish man who has only married Laura for her money--money which cannot be obtained by him unless Laura is first dead and gone.

What follows is a desperate battle between the two sisters and Sir Percival and his deceptively charming friend Count Fosco...and the final unravelling of the mystery of the woman in white who has been appearing throughout the story the whole time.

The author's narration style completely catches my attention as the events begin to unfold. I often found myself shouting "Noooo!" or "Wait! Stop! You can't!" at the pages of my innocent book, much like the audiences in movie theatres yell at the actress in the horror movie, "DON'T open the door!" Collins achieves this suspense and actively engages the reader by using several different points of view to portray his story. Each time a new character comes in to continue the story where it was left off, the reader is given a more complete picture of what is going on, while the characters are left ignorant of what is to come. In essence, it is dramatic irony in its most fitting genre: mystery.

At the same time, Collins doesn't spiral down into the never-ending pit of sentimentalities and fantastic adventures. The circumstances he weaves together as a series of coincidences, ill-placed luck, and deliberate schemes are realistic--at least, for that period of time. The woman in white, titular to the story, is not some phenomenal superpowered character that she is initially portrayed as. Though she holds the key to the mystery and indeed sets off many of the chains of events that occur, ultimately she is not the one who unlocks the final questions for the reader. Nor are the actions of the antagonists of the story unjustified; as repulsive as Count Fosco is, and as contemptible as Sir Percival appears to be, their motives for their unforgivable actions against the two sisters stem, not from some intricately elaborate desire for evil or revenge, but simple want of money and power. Collins' characters are humane and flawed, making it impossible to stereotype them into completely seperate "love or hate" categories. Reality is emphasized, yet the story stays true to fiction in the excitement it offers.

The one single complaint I had against this book was Laura Fairlie. Oh, Laura Fairlie. The weak-willed and beautiful embodiment of all that is frail, gentle, and pure...and frail. And Frail. Throughout the entire book, Walter Harthright and Marian Halcombe exert their utmost capabilities to protect this charming young creature from harm. Laura's protection is their chief motivation in going against the dangerous Count Fosco; Laura's happiness is their happiness, Laura's smile is their greatest reward, Laura's love gratifies their hearts, etc, etc, &c. I respect Harthright for his daring resourcefulness and bold spirit in challenging his adversaries at their own game. I admire Marian Halcombe for her impeccible memory and judgment, as well as her well-endowed intelligence. Meanwhile, Laura is left behind in the dust. She is nothing more than a victim, and her role in the story does not seem to go beyond the fact that she is the one ultimately wronged by Percival and the Count. The weakness of her character was, in turn, the weakness in the story...at least, that was how I felt.

But as I've said, Harthright and Halcombe are both admirable characters, forging through impossible situations (kindly set up by Count Fosco himself) with nothing but their wits about them (as cheesy as it sounds). Though the book isn't swashbuckling in nature, there is enough action and conflict to keep readers reading late into the night, wishing for the protagonists' victory the whole time.



They Poured Fire on Us From the Sky

They Poured Fire on Us From the Sky

by Benson Deng, Alephonsion Deng, and Benjamin Ajak

I came across this book after I attended a presentation at my school about the Lost Boys of Sudan, where Alephonsion Deng spoke to us personally about his experience as a refugee. His story interested a great many of me and my friends, and we decided to buy the books that they were selling at ten dollars each. I'm very glad I got a chance to read it; there is a story here, a TRUE story, that speaks out to Americans with a very relevant, very present message.

This book is not a moral call to action, nor is it a heart-rendering tale that sends its readers on a guilt trip. The point of this book isn't to blame anyone for what happened to them; it is to let people know it is happening. It is simply a testimony of 3 boys who survived the Sudanese civil war, and witnessed things that no boy should ever have to witness.

Their descriptions of the fire bombs, the wild animals, the starvation, the despair, the callousness of the people around them, the utter loss of hope, are all told frankly and without any sentimental adjectives to try to appeal it to the readers. The narrating voice is simple, spoken in ways that even little children can understand, and talks about things that even adults may find a hard time comprehending. It is ironic, but also a very effective narration.

What I admired most about this book, though, was the fact that these boys were able to still talk, laugh, play, and have fun as boys even in the midst of all this chaos. Yes, these moments were few and far in between, but they were there, portraying their humanity in ways that bellied any sort of tragic and epic adventurous tone they could have adopted.

This is a book whose voice needs to be heard by the world.

Seabiscuit: an American Legend



Seabiscuit: An American Legend

by Laura Hillenbrand

A well-crafted narration, with a lot of hard facts mixed in well with a fast-paced, heart-warming storytelling voice to let the world of America's famed racehorse come alive back from the Great Depression.

Hillenbrand's focus on the three primary men surrounding Seabiscuit's life was a very smart idea; it allowed her to explore the horse from multiple angles--that of Seabiscuit's owner, Seabiscuit's trainer, and Seabiscuit's rider--and better describe the backdrop of the horse races through the biographies of the three. Through the owner, Charles Howard, she describes the upper class society and the dazzling community of America's best men during the 1920s; through the trainer, Tom Smith, Hillenbrand explores the spirit of the old West; and with the horse's rider, Red Pollard, she reveals the behind-the-scenes of the world of jockeys and their desperate competition for the chance to ride the best horse around. Each man's story is explored and commoderated, converging together into Seabiscuit's life as one storyline.

There is never a doubt that Seabiscuit himself is the center of the story. I never got the sense that Pollard, or Smith, or Howard was the main character of the story. It was always Seabiscuit. The facts and figures, the dates and times, the records and competitions, the trainers and riders, all of them revolve around Seabiscuit. I have come to love the horse for his dogged tenacity and lovable personality, as well as his fierce sense of competition, all of which Hillenbrand highlights through an enthusiastic, yet strictly factual tone.

I admit, she lost me a couple of times when all the explanations in the jargon of horseracing came up. It would be hard for anyone who isn't particularly into horseracing to fully understand the astounding amount of detail she puts into this book to make it real. The general storyline can be followed without any problems, but I often got stuck in the nitty-gritty details of her paragraphs. What's a handicap? How long is a length? Questions like these often popped up, halting the flow of an otherwise very good narration. Never have I lamented my lack of knowledge in this area so much. For horseracing junkies, however, this book is it.

The way Hillenbrand brings the readers right into the middle of the racing field made me feel like I was riding right next to Pollard on Seabiscuit, facing the wide-open rail and hearing the thunderous roar of the crowd behind me. These were the parts in the book that departed from the facts and figures, relying purely on the author's imagination to draw out the feeling of being in the midst of a breathtaking horserace. These scenes were executed marvelously; she peppers her paragraphs with short and sweet sentences to blow big impact on her readers.

Her organization of the storyline is well-though out as well. It must not have been easy to bring out so much in this horse's 3 or 4 years of public life, but Hillenbrand does it, even writing it out so as to have a hook in the beginning, a sequence of events leading up to a big climax (the Santa Anita Handicap of 1940), and the anticlimax when she wraps it all up. Also, the theme of the American Dream is impossible to miss in this book--it is so blatantly obvious in all three of the men's lives, as well as in Seabiscuit himself, as well as all the reporters and horse owners and millions of fans that take part in her narration: they are all living out the American Dream of going from underdog to fame and fortune.

She really proves that this horse is worthy of her book's subtitle: an American Legend.





Vanity Fair

Vanity Fair

by William Makepeace Thackeray

A very long, long, loooong, but fascinating book. I was bored to tears sometimes, but I couldn't stop reading because I just had to know what else the author had to say.

....Which might not make much sense; how is a book boring if it is keeping the reader engaged?

Here lies a piece of literature that truly relies on skill and wit to keep it afloat. The author's voice interested me far more than the actual storyline. The plot itself was simple: following the lives of two radically different women, Amelia Sedley and Rebecca Sharp, the novel is set within the noble life of Europe as the French Revolution draws to a close, zooming in on the everyday happenings of the two heroines and offering paragraph after paragraph of sharp social criticism and satire, enough to satisfy even the most critical soul.

Yes, it was the Thakeray's cynical wit and humorously sharp tongue, sharper than the tongue of Miss Becky Sharp herself, that encouraged me to reach the last page of this book. Thakeray jumps in and out his own novel, oftentimes being an observing bystander akin to a witty journalist that is uncovering all the nitty gritty secrets of high English society, while at other times he is the master of the play that is being acted out, offering apologies to the audience for the often immoral behaviors of the characters being portrayed in his work. His pen travels the continent of Europe, delving into British nobilities and royalties with a graceful flourish, sinking down into the depths of the gypsy nomads of Italy, and never hesitating to explore the middle class citizens of London and Paris who constantly point fingers to both sides of the spectrum of social hierarchy. He follows the gossiping women of the slums, the malicious whispers permeating the upper-class parties, and of course, the bitter yet brilliant commentaries made by Becky Sharp at pointed, opportune times. The author's thoughts stick out from every line.

He also manages to add a bit of a moral ending to the story, despite the overly realistic opinion he seems to hold throughout the events. Amelia, who is the kind-hearted soul never tainted by the unexpected tragedies that befall her, is eventually rewarded for her patience and endurance by being given back everything she lost, and a whole lot more. Becky, on the other hand, who exhibits the ambition of a human being and the cunning of a feline fox in a chicken pen, scrapes together wealth and status but is eventually abandoned by everyone and left with nothing.  Thakeray is clearly saying, "they each got what they deserved, though the world treated them unfairly." The residual feelings I had after the end, in which I felt pretty much no sympathy for poor Becky Sharp, convince me that the cynical Thakeray has a ethical agenda in mind.

Overall, the work was worth a study. There were a wealth of social terms that only a Thakeray's contemporaries could begin to interpret, and which made the reading more tedious than necessary at times, but the thought process of the author was easy to follow and offered many foods for thought: do people really look at wealth and social status when they are searching for friends to make? For potential spouses? If so, do the personal qualities of a person not matter in the face of these materialistic values? How much obligation should be placed on family members who find their relatives have been deprived of their money and their reputation? What is true love, a diligent sacrifice or a useless devotion?

Such questions, and a whole lot more, can be found among the stalls of the vanity fair.

Wrong Worship lyrics

I was watching this video about ways NOT to worship the Lord...http://www.godtube.com/watch/?v=KKWK67NX

It was not only really funny, but it rang true with a lot of things that happen during worship time both with me and the people around me. When we sing praises to God, there is one question these singers are asking us:

Do we mean what we sing?

Do we really exalt God above all else?

Do we really know how much we need a savior?

Are we truly singing with all our hearts, minds, souls, and bodily strengths when we worship? Are we giving it our all?

The answer, tragically, is often 'no.' It is so very easy to slip into a mode of worship where you're singing the song but the words aren't entering your head. You find yourself thinking about the Sunday baseball game, or about that project that's due the next day at school. There are chores to finish, people to see, and before you know it, your Sunday service's 20 minutes of worship are up. Now all you need to do is daydream while sitting through a sermon.

With this kind of attitude, it is no wonder that our generation is in great need of revival. We must be reminded of what worship is. Why we do it. How we should do it, as Jesus Himself instructs us:

"But an hour is coming, and now is, when the true worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and truth; for such people the Father seeks to be His worshippers. God is spirit, and those who worship Him must worship in spirit and truth." (John 4:23-24, NASB)

As I read these lyrics (and perhaps look up the real lyrics to those songs), I got a clear picture of what I should NOT be doing during worship. Such distracted, self-centered, uncaring hearts will never please the Lord.

I couldn't really find complete lyrics for this song (maybe I just didn't look hard enough) so I compiled this together based on what I heard on the video. I know this post doesn't fit the overall theme of my blog, but I still wanted to share it with everyone. Hopefully, a quick look at these words might inspire everyone to contemplate what it means to worship "in spirit and in truth."

Lyrics to Wrong Worship

I will sing of your love on Sundays

Only sing of your love on Sundays

I will sing of your love on Sundays

Then this feeling is gone by Monday

I surrender some

I surrender some

Jesus I will give you little

I surrender

I stand amazed at my hairdo

My stylist outdid herself

I lift my hands and see my nails

They match my eyes oh so well

How great is this song

Sing with me

How great is this song

Man I love to sing

To sing this song

Savior I don’t need a savior

I’m busy living my life

Busy living my life

Christmas go to church on Christmas

And maybe Easter too

So my faith is renewed

I’ve sung this song for years

It’s now a standard here

But I still sing it

Though I don’t mean it

And I just go

Go through the motions

(hallelujah)

(lift up your hands)

And I fake the emotions

I exalt me

I exalt me

I exalt me

Only me

(praise me)

(yeah)

(hallelujah)

(someone stop that baby from crying right now)

(I’m all ready for lunch)

(some dated preaching)

(when will he stop preaching)

(let’s go to lunch)

(oh I love this brand new dress)

(go ahead, give them applause, they’ll shut up all right)