Monday, January 24, 2011

Review of Bonhoeffer, Pastor, Martyr, Prophet, Spy, by Eric Metaxas

I just finished reading Bonhoeffer, Pastor, Martyr, Prophet, Spy, by Eric Metaxas. I couldn't put this big fat (580 pages) book down. My arm is sore! It is very well written, but quirky*.
Read this book! This is a book for adults, WW II buffs, Christians, non-Christians and social scientists.
I'm not sure if anyone of our generation can fully understand how an entire modern nation of educated people can allow a segment of their own society (Jews, Gypsies, Homosexuals, Communists) to be reduced to the status of cattle, and worse. Even if Germans didn't know about the death camps, they saw their neighbours gradually lose their jobs, status, dwellings and savings and get shipped away somewhere, jammed into boxcars. Sitting in comfortable Canada I can't really understand how this can happen, but this book helps me get a bit closer.
Bonhoeffer was an unlikely hero. He was an aristocratic type, born into high German society and educated at the best schools. A gifted student of theology, he could travel and live and work where he liked as a lecturer or pastor and for a while he did, visiting England and the USA as a guest lecturer in Universities there. But soon he began to fight what was happening to Germany at the rise of Hitler. This book shows how Bonhoeffer and some of his associates were actively working against the change in moral thinking in Germany while Hitler's hold on German society was still very shaky. It is amazing to see how the state-supported Lutheran church began to make moral compromises early on in the 1930s. Slowly and with all sorts of clever logic and reasoning, intelligent and well-educated men began to make compromises about previously established rules regarding treatment of your fellow man. These compromises received state sanction. Lack of moral leadership on these basic issues helped the fascists control a whole country. When evil comes gradually, it seems, we are more likely to accept it.

One of Bonhoeffer's contemporaries, Martin Neimöller, wrote the following poem in 1944

First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out –

Because I was not a Socialist.

Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out –

Because I was not a Trade Unionist.

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out –

Because I was not a Jew

And then they came for me –

And there was no one left to speak for me.”

Bonhoeffer, born to privilege and connected or related to many in the German government, first led a group of Pastors and theologians to publicly dispute the slipping Christian standards of the state-supported Lutheran Church. Later, as Hitler and the National Socialists became more established and didn't self-destruct as they predicted, Bonhoeffer joined a conspiracy to assassinate Hitler and some of his top henchmen. For several years they plotted and twice used bombs planted with chemical timers to do the deed. The first bomb failed to ignite on Hitler's plane and the second went off but Hitler was mostly uninjured because a massive table leg protected him from the blast. Bonhoeffer's work in the conspiracy to assassinate Hitler was discovered and it landed him in prison, and just weeks before the war ended, execution.

* The quirky part of the book is many sentences in the translated material have that strange German word order where they put the modifier on the wrong side of the verb, or the verb at the very end of the sentence. Many sentences read like this one I pulled at random from the middle of the book : "Perhaps the worst thing of all is the military oath which I should have to swear." Read it as if a speaker has German accent and it will make sense to you.
Metaxas is of German descent and speaks the language well. He has written many books in English, but perhaps he was thinking in German when he wrote some of this. I don't know. Just a guess.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

review of 'Zack' by William Bell

I just finished another good 'read' in my quest to become a more effective writer. Zack, by William Bell, is a well-written book which won the Mr. Christie Book Award in 1998.
The main character, Zack, has a personal story which is typical teenager: feelings of social isolation, disputes with parents, and struggles with his personal identity. Zack's mother is Black and his father is Jewish, although Zack's own skin colour reveals none of his white heritage. Zack and his family have moved away from the busy city and move to small town Fergus, Ontario.
Several mysteries are established early on; why does Zack's blues-singer mother have nothing to do with her family in Mississippi? What are those mysterious objects Zack digs up in a locked box in the back yard of their new home? How will Zack improve his high school marks enough to earn University acceptance?
The mysteries sort themselves out in a more-or-less believable way. Zack learns how to apply his mysterious archaeological find to a study of local history. His social problems are solved early on with a girlfriend, Jenn, and Zack undertakes a quest to find out more about his mother's side of the family.
There is always a difficulty in writing about history of Canada in that you limit your readership to Canadians, and therefore have less chance of getting published no matter how well-written your book is. William Bell's book reveals Canadian and American history in one of the many natural ways our countries are intertwined, working backwards from the history of a Black former slave and leading into his life in Canada.
This book is fast-paced and well crafted. The dialogue is believable, including the accent of the American deep south, which seems accurate to me, but what do I know?.
I would recommend this book to upper elementary or high school students.

Friday, January 7, 2011

Stories as heard by those with auditory deficits.

I was organizing my files the other day and came across this example of how those with hearing loss can still find meaning in stories by substituting logical words for ones misheard. It was given us many years ago by a professor at York and was originally written in 1940 by H.L. Chance, a professor of French.
I'm sure you know this story.
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"Ladle Rat Rotten Hut, heresy ladle basking winsome burden barter an shirker cockles. Tick disk ladle basking tutor cordage offer groinmurder hoe lifts honor udder site offer florist. Shaker lake! Dun stopper laundry wrote! Dun stopper peck floors! Dun daily-doily inner florist, an yonder nor sorghum-stenches, dun stopper torque wet strainers !"
"Hoe-cake, murder," resplendent Ladle Rat Rotten Hut, an tickle ladle basking an stuttered oft. Honor wrote tutor cordage offer groin-murder, Ladle Rat Rotten Hut mitten anomalous woof.
" Wail, wail, wail ! " set disk wicket woof, "Evanescent Ladle Rat Rotten Hut! Wares are putty ladle gull goring wizard ladle basking?"
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"O hoe! Heifer gnats woke," setter wicket woof, butter taught tomb shelf, "Oil tickle shirt court tutor cordage offer groin-murder. Oil ketchup wetter letter, an den -O bore!"
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Inner ladle wile, Ladle Rat Rotten Hut a raft attar cordage, an ranker dough ball.
"Comb ink, sweat hard," setter wicket woof, disgracing is verse. Ladle Rat Rotten Hut entity betrum an stud buyer groin~murder's bet.
"O Grammar !" crater ladle gull historically, "Water bag icer gut! A nervous sausage bag ice!"
"Battered lucky chew whiff, sweat hard," setter bloat-Thursday woof, wetter wicket small honors phase.
"O Grammar, water bag noise! A nervous sore suture anomalous prognosis!"
"Battered small your whiff, doling," whiskered dole woof, ants mouse worse waddling.
"O Grammar, water bag mouser gut ! A nervous sore suture bag mouse!"
"Daze worry on-forger-nut ladle gull's lest warts." Oil offer sodden, caking offer carvers an sprinkling otter bet, disk hoard hoarded woof lipped own pore Ladle Rat Rotten Hut an garbled erupt.
Mural: Yonder nor sorghum stenches shut ladle gulls stopper torque wet strainers.