Monthly Archives: February 2013

Kingsblood Royal — Book Review

(From this Saturday forward, each week I will present a book review or a mini-book review or at least say something about some “book” that I am reading or have read. Here goes:)

Sinclair Lewis’ little post-war fable set in a northern-US, any-small-city, is probably as relevant and timely now as when it was written. As a “text” it should be used in high schools and colleges when studying the history of racism in this country and trying to understand why exactly it is that the idea of a black man in the White House drives some folks crazy. Sure there’s a bit of hagiography when he writes about the very educated, forthright, courageous and dignified Negros encountered by our reluctant hero once he opens his eyes, but then again these were probably exactly the type of people that Lewis knew and on whom he would model his characters. The edition I read was a paperback, used but in mint condition with a deliciously pulpy cover.

The Americans — The Stink of Rotting Fish Eggs

Mad Men, Breaking Bad, Dexter, Homeland, and now The Americans. What do they have in common? They all ask us to identify with imposters, phonies, and anti-heros of varying degrees. Don Draper is really Dick Whitman, an army deserter, who succeeds by selling pretty lies. Mild-mannered, Walter White has an alter-ego called Heisenberg, who in a little more than a year (in the show’s timeline) has established an international drug empire. Dexter is single-dad and a serial killer, hiding in plain sight at the Miami Metro police department. Then there’s Brody, war-hero and congressman, whose family was just getting a taste of the good-life when his treachery was revealed. Now, add Elizabeth and Philip, the Soviet sleeper agents next door, in Reagan’s America.

Holden Caulfield may have hated “phonies,” but we love them. It’s a common fantasy; as children we imagine someday our “real” parents — millionaires, royalty or magical beings — will find us, and we will become our true selves. As adults, some of us are more alienated from real life than others, but all of us have had moments wishing we could dispose of our enemies, or run off and start over.  Everyone longs for a secret super-power.

And so I came to The Americans filled with hope. The premise of two spies, living in the ‘burbs, in the era of shoulder pads, and big hair, their kids unaware of their true identities, sounded like it could be fun.

The first episode was promising. We’re introduced to Elizabeth “playing” hooker in a blonde wig, giving a blow job while extracting information from a government official. If you think about it, it’s unlikely the bureaucrat would be so talkative, and so specific to a pro, but never mind. The scene is fairly explicit for basic cable, and Keri Russell looks hot. In forty-something minutes, we learn that Elizabeth and Philip were trained as teenagers to look, sound, and be American. They aren’t even allowed to speak Russian. Their marriage is an arrangement, and they’ve been living undercover in the USA since 1960. Now it’s 1980. Reagan is about to be inaugurated, and a high-ranking Soviet spy is defecting, endangering not only their mission, but their lives,  at a time when their work may be more important than ever. They get a hold of a ticking time bomb in the form of the the defector, hidden in the trunk of their car tied up tight with a special gag that allows him to drink, but not make a sound. They are supposed to wait till it’s safe to pass him along to someone else, but something has gone wrong and its taking too long. In a flashback, we see that twenty years earlier when Elizabeth was being trained, the defector raped her. Philip doesn’t know that, and suggests to Elizabeth that instead of giving the defector to the Soviets, they should let him go and turn themselves in. He’s worried about his children. He doesn’t think America is so bad, but when he finds out about the assault, he becomes enraged and kills their prisoner. A pretty good little piece of drama.

There is a sub-plot involving an FBI agent who happens to be on a task-force searching for Soviet spies. He moves in across the street. Coincidence or plot? As far as the viewers know, coincidence. But Philip and Elizabeth can’t be sure, and the FBI-agent gets a funny feeling when he meets Philip. The nosy neighbor, it’s a stale concept, a trope, going back at least to Gladys Kravitz. Here it reminds us immediately of a much better show, Breaking Bad, where Walter White’s DEA agent brother-in-law is about to crack things wide open.

The myth of Soviet sleeper agents disguised as natural-born Americans has been around long before any “real” such beings were ever discovered. In 2010, when twelve Russian spies were apprehended, the truth proved to be much less dramatic than the myth. Some were in arranged spy marriages, had had children, and had been living in the United States for several years – like Elizabeth and Philip. But very few were trying to pass themselves off as born-in-the-USA, and those that did, didn’t do a good job and weren’t effective. But on television, the premise is certainly more likely than there being a serial-killer-with-a-code working for the police, or a middle-aged science teacher moonlighting as a drug-lord while battling cancer, or a brilliant bi-polar CIA agent, who falls for an even more damaged Al Queda operative.

The deal is you suspend disbelief in return for entertainment, at least up to a point. However, by the third episode, The Americans not only crossed that point, but did it while leaping over a large predatory fish.

You could see where it was going in the pilot when Elizabeth meets with an old trainer and mentor. She’s told that their work is going to become more dangerous and more important because the Americans have “elected a madman.”  In Episode II – The Clock, we open with Philip now being the one engaged in sexy-times as part of his duties.  His source knows something is going on in the military. Because this Reagan fella has plans to build a missile defense shield, which could force the Soviets into a new arms race, the spies must put a listening device in the house of the Secretary of Defense. They choose to do this by having the cleaning lady steal a clock, and then put it back with a bug in it. They coerce the cleaning lady by poisoning her son and threatening to withhold the antidote if she doesn’t do their bidding. The show is now committed to the narrative that Reagan’s arm race was what caused the Soviet Union to collapse, that Ronald Raygunz brought down the Evil Empire.

Sorry folks, but there are few problems with this. I’m sure those in the Soviet spy business were concerned about Reagan’s bluster, but this was also at point when both the US and the USSR could blow each other up real good many times over, and the pursuit of a magical defense shield sounded like the pipe-dream it was. The Soviet Union imploded for many reasons.  Given that their nuclear power plants were built without containment and not maintained, it was only a matter of time before one of them melted down. The consequences were catastrophic. Also catastrophic was the decision to keep fighting in Afghanistan, especially with the United States arming the Mujaheddin. As Abu Nazir pointed out, those guys never give up. It was a classic blunder.

Not to mention that the USSR was completely inefficient, unable to compete economically with the West, and beset by ethnic conflict. Reform was going to happen no matter what Reagan did.

While Reagan is a hero to some folks, to many he was a monster who stood by when the AIDs epidemic was beginning to take hold, who callously declared ‘ketchup’ a vegetable in poor kids’ school lunches, who spoke of “welfare queens” and sowed racial division, who oversaw a foreign policy that included not only supporting brutal regimes in Latin America, but actually training torturers, and who traded arms to Iran and used the proceeds to support right-wing insurgents in Nicaragua.

But on The Americans, we don’t get a feel for any of this. This isn’t John le Carré’s cold war, where both sides were awful. If there are grays, we’re not seeing them yet, and after the third episode, it’s unlikely we ever will

In Episode 3 – Gregory, we find out that Elizabeth once turned an African-American man whom she met in the Southern Christian Leadership Conference – the civil rights group headed by Dr. King — the group that not only believed in peaceful change and non-violent resistance, but whose actions made it possible for Americans to someday elect an African American president, twice.

Was there communist infiltration in the SCLC? J. Edgar Hoover certainly thought so, but he was a paranoid despot. He labeled them a black nationalist hate group, and continued to investigate both the organization and Dr. King for years, but even they weren’t looking for Soviet spies, just old-timey American commies. Per the Wikipedia, by 1976 the FBI gave up and admitted that neither Dr. King or the SCLC were ever under communist influence.

This is just so offensive, on so many levels. Here we have an American-born black man turned commie-spy after being seduced by a white KGB-agent, while working at the SCLC, not even the Black Panthers or another actually radical organization. Oh you wily communists! Oh you white-devil females! Maybe the Nation of Islam really did have your number.

Gregory’s cover is that he’s a drug-dealer, and his crew unknowingly helps his spy activities, believing they are related to the drug business. Where do I start? Maybe with the fact that during the 1980’s, the Reagan administration really did funnel money from secret arms sales to IRAN(!) to the right-wing Contras fighting an elected left-wing government in Nicaragua. Some of those Contras were big time drug dealers. The drug they were dealing was cocaine, mostly made into crack and sold on the streets of black neighborhoods. And that’s the proven stuff! Let’s not even get into some of the of unproven theories regarding the CIA and the drug-trade.

But back to our program where it gets worse!

It turns out that a sleeper spy killed in the first episode (while trying to kidnap the defector)  had a secret young wife and baby. He’d left her instructions, for no good reason, to send a coded message in the form of a newspaper classified if he didn’t come home. She didn’t know about the spy stuff. She was but a simple lass, of Puerto Rican extraction. Receiving the coded message from a dead man, Philip is stunned. Not knowing what the wife knows, they kidnap her and the baby with the help of Gregory. Now she can identify all of them, and she figures out (a bit too easily) what the deal is.

Gregory wants to kill her and the baby, not seeing any other way. Philip disagrees. He feels their comrade somehow entrusted her to them, and they need to protect her. Elizabeth, who sort of agrees with Gregory, goes along with Philip. Once Elizabeth assures her they are not going to kill her, the widow never tries to escape. They never question her about her own allegiances, or try to get to know her in any way that might be interesting, like in The Crying Game, or when Walter White held the drug-dealer prisoner in Jesse’s basement. For all we know, her family could be strongly pro-independista,  unrepentant Marxists, who’d be happy to help out Mother Russia.

Finally, their new handler, an older woman who also speaks perfectly unaccented English, picks mother and baby up. She seems all warm and friendly, much more so than when we’d first met her. She tells the widow she’ll be starting a new life in Cuba, white-sand beaches and everyone speaks Spanish. She takes the younger woman’s hand and leads her to black, windowless van.

In the next scene Philip and Elizabeth return home before dawn. If anyone was wondering what they do with the kids when they’re out involved in these shenanigans, the answer is they leave them asleep and unsupervised. Maybe they give them a shot of vodka first? Too bad Dexter’s magical nanny won’t be born for another few years.

Then we are in Russia. An elderly couple, the dead spy’s parents, though they look old enough to be his grandparents, are presented with his infant son, and told about their son’s death and how he died a hero of the Soviet Union.

Finally, we see the young widow dead in the van, a heroin overdose presumably. There’s a band around her arm and the needle nearby, but her eyes are open and filled with fear.

This just sets up the Soviets as being, not just evil, but Dr. Evil evil.  Sadistic even, given the matronly handler’s handling of the frightened mother. Was it realistic? When the whole show is that ridiculous, who can say? I was trying to imagine a similar scenario if three CIA operatives under deep cover in 1980-Cuba had been exposed to a woman whose loyalties they couldn’t be sure of. Would they settle her in the USA and hope she enjoyed “freedom” enough to give up everything else, or would they kill her? The CIA did a lot worse, so am I going to hold the KGB to a higher-standard?

But here’s the thing, we don’t see what the CIA is doing. We only see the KGB. This is fiction; a little ambiguity might have been a good thing. Granted, the Cuba option would be risky, but so is murder. Keeping an eye on her, setting her up with a nice life, and threatening to take away the nice part and her son if she got out of line, might have been a reasonable plan. Her husband was after all a hero of the Soviet Union.

We could have drawn our own conclusions about what happened after she got into the van. Maybe Philip and Elizabeth could have done some personal debriefing — each imagining a different version, allowing us insight into what they thought was going on.

Even Homeland offers more political nuance, enough to allow people of any political persuasion to enjoy the show. So far The Americans hasn’t introduced us to a “good” Russian. Even the defector was a raping creep, motivated by greed. The FBI can do no wrong. Reagan is going to “win” the cold war, and oh yeah, the Ruskies were turning idealistic pacifists from the SCLC into drug-dealing, murdering spies. This view of history is idiotic, insulting and offensive. It’s also not even good television.

Sh*t Your Friends Say When You Tell Them You Self-Published

Shit your friends say when you tell them you self-published:

“Is it real published?”

“It’s great to have a hobby!”

“You earned what? Do you know how little money that is?”

“No, haven’t got around to reading it yet.”

“It’s not you. I haven’t read fiction in years”

“It’s nice to have dreams, isn’t it?”

“It’s on my list!”

“99 cents? You’re joking, aren’t you?”

“Did you try sending it out?”

“I have too many published books to read.”

“These people are strangers?” (Referring to good reviews.)

“Maybe you should mention it on Facebook.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t mention it on Facebook.”

“People are buying that?”

“400 downloads your first month? You do understand that for a published book that’s nothing.”

“I guess you were really desperate.”

“Isn’t it possible all those agents were trying to tell you something?”

“Now a real publisher will never look at your work.”

“I don’t read e-books.” Then when told it’s in paperback, some other shit.

“You mean like that crazy lady that went viral?”

“For a second, I thought you were serious.”

“I’m so sorry!”

Switched at Birth, Will They Go THERE?

I have no business watching Switched at Birth, and probably shouldn’t even admit to it.

First of all it’s on ABC-Family. Second, it’s geared toward teens. Third, the premise is ridiculous, not so much the switched-at-birth part, as how the families handle the news. Once the wealthy Kennishes find out that 16-year old Daphne Vasquez is their biological daughter, they invite the working-class Vasquez family to move into their guest house. And hilarity ensues.

Only it doesn’t. The idea may be outlandish, but they run with it in a number of unexpected ways. While the show at times comes dangerously close to soap opera, the characters remain realistic. Perfect Daphne isn’t always so perfect, and Bay Kennish – the girl who would have been Daphne – while sometimes spoiled, is never mean, and understands too well all the ironies of her situation. The Kennishes are hardly perfect parents. In season one they are blissfully unaware that son Toby has a serious gambling addiction or that Bay is constantly sneaking out to do “street art.” Even the generally “good” teenagers engage in the types of behaviors teenagers engage in – drinking and other less than legal activities, and they act like teens – impulsive, not always exercising the best judgment, occasionally lying to adults, etc.

But Switched at Birth is more than simply a well-written show about growing up. There’s one thing about Switched at Birth that makes it not just different, but close to revolutionary. Daphne had meningitis when she was three-years old which left her deaf. She goes to a “deaf-school.” While she reads lips remarkably well and speaks with an accent that might be mistaken for Swedish, she prefers to sign. Her switched-mother, Regina learned to sign when Daphne was a child. Regina’s best friend, Melody is a strong, proud deaf woman, played by Marlee Matlan, and Melody’s son, Emmet, Daphne’s best friend, is also deaf.

When John Kennish, Daphne’s new-found biological father first meets his daughter, he offers to pay for a cochlear implant, a suggestion met with anger and resentment from Regina who does not feel that her daughter needs to be “fixed,” and wants Daphne to be comfortable being who she is. Daphne finally tells John she’ll think about it, but it seems more like she’s trying to be agreeable than like it’s something she’s interested in. What she’s not interested in is transferring from her deaf public school to the fancy private school where the Kennishes send Bay and Toby.

Deaf culture is in the forefront of the show, and an upcoming episode airing March 4th will be told entirely in sign language, from the point of view of the deaf students at Daphne’s school. The cultural clash between deaf and hearing has been explored in numerous ways. During the first season, Daphne’s biological family, as well as Bay all begin to learn ASL with varying degrees of proficiency. Bay starts to date Emmett, a development his deaf mother is not thrilled with. She becomes increasingly immersed in deaf-culture, and during season two transfers to a pilot program for hearing kids at the deaf school, where she is (realistically) not exactly greeted with open arms.

While the show sometimes portrays hearing people as ignorant of deaf culture and oblivious to their own rudeness and prejudices, it also gives characters the opportunity to grow and learn. The show has proved popular with both a deaf and hearing audience and gently teaches hearing people things they might have known about deaf people. It also realistically shows that being deaf in a hearing world is not always easy, even for deaf people who can speak and lip-read as well as Daphne. During season one, when taking a culinary class with hearing students, Daphne started a fire because she didn’t hear the alarm. Emmet got arrested – for a typical teen infraction – but almost wound up getting shot because he couldn’t communicate with the police who immediately handcuffed him. This season, Daphne couldn’t find a culinary internship until her well-connected biological mother pulled some strings, and then the chef wouldn’t let her do much because of safety concerns. Even worse, Regina, with whom Daphne has always been close, now has serious nerve damage in her wrists and hands. Among the many things she can no longer do is signing. While Regina will be able to understand Daphne, Daphne will need to read Regina’s lips, making their previously easy communication difficult.

In an interesting development in last week’s episode (Episode 5, Season II), Daphne tells Emmet that she kissed Travis – one of their schoolmates, but she really wasn’t sure how she felt about him. Typical teenage banter, except Emmet makes a cutting observation. Daphne isn’t into deaf boys. All her boyfriends have been hearing. He goes through the list. Daphne seems genuinely surprised and becomes a bit defensive. In a later scene, she and Travis are alone working in a food truck in a not great neighborhood. Travis leaves for a minute when he sees a man selling roses. He wants to surprise Daphne with one. When he comes back, Daphne has been robbed by customers they’d seen earlier, and Daphne knows they were targeted because they were “two deaf kids.”

Could all these incidents be leading to a real game-changer? Nobody has brought up the words cochlear-implant since season one. Given the show’s fiercely pro-deaf-culture stance, and the resistance to cochlear-implants within that community, it would be interesting to see the pragmatic Daphne weighing her options and reconsidering John’s offer. Unlike Emmett, she wasn’t born deaf and isn’t from a deaf family. She had early exposure to both hearing and speech. Hearing and speaking would make communication with both her biological and switched families easier, and she is beginning to understand the limits of living in what characters have referred to as the “deaf bubble.”

If they did go there, how would deaf fans feel? Having very little first-hand experience of deaf-culture, I’ve been surfing the net and noticing the strong interest in the show from young deaf people who have cochlear implants as well as those who don’t, also hearing teens, and other people old enough to know better, like me. On several websites fans with implants have longed to see a character with an implant relating to other deaf and hearing characters.

Possibly, Switched at Birth won’t do anything as controversial as having Daphne decide to get an implant, but another character might. This season they’ve introduced Noah, a hearing student also in the pilot program, and a possible new love interest for Bay. Noah’s recently revealed dark secret is that he suffers from Ménière’s disease and is going deaf – a prospect which terrifies him. Certainly, a real-life Noah would at least consider getting an implant rather than learning to both sign and lip-read as an adult.

For hearing people, watching Switiched at Birth is a bit like getting hooked on Destinos or French in Action. The show itself is entertaining, and while you won’t learn more than a few phrases in ASL, you’ll at least be introduced to a different language and culture.

If you want to give it a try or catch up, all episodes up to the last one can be found (free and legally) here.

The Kay Gardella Memorial Blog Post

Those New Yorkers old enough to remember when newspapers used to be relevant, may remember Kay Gardella, the television critic for the Daily News from 1981 through 1993, known for her no-nonsense reviews.  Strangely, in my memory she was writing about television or movies years before that, which is possible as she started with the News in the 1930’s.

I wasn’t a big reader of the Daily News. Growing up, my parents bought the Times in the mornings and the pre-Murdoch liberal New York Post in the afternoon. Maybe it was after the Post became a joke that the News would occasionally appear in my childhood home. Fixed in my memory is the fuzzy-photo of Miss Gardella’s face.  (I’m certain it was Miss and not Ms.) She looked like a typical Italian matron from Bay Ridge. It was easy to imagine the body I couldn’t see – fat and short, and that she was waring a bathrobe, watching television while the ash of her cigarette grew precariously. The Kay of my fantasies had a gravel voice that twenty years earlier might have been throaty and sexy, and she never left her house. She did all of her work from on an E-Z chair, maybe with a manual typewriter on a television snack table in front of her. But when she wasn’t typing, the table was cleared. Then she’d lean back with the chair in recliner mode, so she could rest her somewhat swollen legs. Sometimes she’d yell for her husband Anthony, sounding like the mother in the classic Prince spaghetti commercial, and she’d ask him to bring her something – donuts, coffee, whiskey.

There was a small round table on her left, on which rested her ash-tray, lighter, cigarettes, phone, and of course the clicker.

I can’t find any of her columns, but she is remembered as being, “blunt” but also “fair,” and had a love for old Hollywood and a nostalgia for its “graciousness.” The real Kay, per her obit, did not work from home. She ran her department,  and always showed up “attired in a dress or business suit and heels, plus a fresh hairdo, full makeup and jewelry.”

But to me she’ll always be Kay in the bathrobe working from a comfy chair.

One of my New Year’s Resolutions is to be more like Kay, and I shall begin by writing a series of posts about what I’m watching on televisions – or rather what television shows I’m watching online – as my better-half will not permit a television machine in his home. I will also take up smoking and order a recliner.