Is Dumb Contagious? Bruni now Competing with Friedman and Douthat for Worst NY Times Column

In a column that manages to be sensationalistic, disjointed and incoherent, Frank Bruni discovers the shocking information that there seems to be a double-standard for women and men when it comes to sexual activity.

He writes about the Amanda Knox case and how her perceived licentiousness led to worldwide fascination and a murder conviction. Not like anyone hasn’t written about this before, but whatever. However, Bruni doesn’t have much to say about details of Knox’s case, such as Knox’s “confession” made after hours of coercion. In that statement, she named a popular club owner as a co-conspirator, even though it turned out he couldn’t possibly have been involved. It should have been obvious the confession was false because it didn’t fit the the facts, but as with many such cases – the Central Park Five, and Marty Tankleff, to name two, once someone admits to something, that’s very powerful. We are only now beginning to understand that false confession is a real thing, and that young people who have little experience with the criminal justice system are the most vulnerable.

In Knox’s case, the police made an early assumption of guilt, and they stuck to their guns even when it became more and more obvious that the murderer, Rudy Guede, had acted alone, raping and killing the victim after breaking in when no one else was home. Knox’s sexuality and foreignness  might have set things in motion, but ultimately the case was what typically happens when cops rush to judgement and a vulnerable suspect confesses.

Bruni doesn’t write about that. Instead he quotes from a 2011 article in a British tabloid about where Knox stored her vibrator, and then states: “We’ll never know what happened on the night … Meredith Kercher was killed.”

No, Frank, the reality is we have a pretty good idea of what happened based on  DNA,  timelines, witness statements, etc.  Knox and her boyfriend were not there. Knox came back the next day and it took her a while to figure out something was wrong. When she did, she called her boyfriend, and he called his sister a police officer before finally calling the police.

Bruni ignores Knox’s exoneration because it’s not the point he’s trying to make, even though it actually is. It was her behavior that led to the rush to judgement, and her sexuality became part of the theory of the crime. The “evidence” was made to fit the theory.

He goes on to write about the Jody Arias case. But other than “sex sells”, the two cases have nothing in common. Knox was absolved on appeal because the court found no credible evidence against her and the theory that she, Guede and her boyfriend had conspired was not probable.  Now they’re going after her again, based on nothing. In contrast, Arias really killed someone. She tried to cover it up, was caught, and made a convoluted claim of self-defense, which defies both common sense and the EVIDENCE. A jury is currently deliberating. Arias’ attractiveness and the salacious details of the case may sell papers, but they are not why she was arrested, or why she is likely to be convicted. She’s likely to be convicted because there’s a plethora of evidence that she’s guilty.

But instead of writing about any of that Bruni draws a false comparison between Knox and Arias and states,  “Similar questions can be asked…” Really?

Bruni then moves from murder to scandal and politics, writing, “I’ve heard quite a bit lately about David Petraeus’ road to redemption, less about Paula Broadwell’s.” Well, yeah. Petraeus was the director of the CIA, and Broadwell an unemployed graduate student. If there was more attention being paid to her, wouldn’t that strengthen Bruni’s point? If he has one?

He then goes on to make the claim that if Anthony Weiner had been “Antonia” she couldn’t possibly make a political come back, and he also wonders about the political fates of “Marcia Sanford,” “Newtina Gingrich,” and “Wilhelmina Clinton.”

I get it. he wants to write a column about the existing double-standard for politicians and other public figures, and because it’s so obvious and dull,  he needs to come up with an angle, so he sexes it up with Amanda Knox and Jody Arias.

He’s writing about how Knox’s sexuality was exploited by the media and then he exploits Knox’s sexuality to write his column.  Maybe he’s not so dumb after all.

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Your Saturday Book Review — The Great Gatsby

Although I haven’t read it in years, in honor of the newest movie version, today’s Saturday book review will be F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby.

If you haven’t read it, must you?
YES.

If you read it only once a long time ago, should you read it again?
Probably.

Why not just see the movie?
Gatsby is not only a great book, it’s one of the most accessible “classics” ever written. It’s a short novel, practically a novella, not only in length but in the simplicity of its structure. The plot is straightforward, and the prose beautiful, polished and as smooth as one of those expensive shirts Daisy rolls around in from Gatsby’s closet. Gatsby’s Closet – now that would make a great name for a men’s shop, or a section in Barneys.

You could just see the movie, but you’d be missing a lot. This is a first person story told by a narrator, Nick, who is always just a bit removed from the action. There’s a difference between “seeing” through Nick’s eyes, where the truth emerges slowly, and seeing explicitly through a camera. Movies are a visual medium. Books are about the words, and Gatsby is filled with asides, descriptions and phrases that are gems, which won’t easily translate to visuals. (347 of them have been contributed to a list on Goodreads.) It would be like seeing a ballet of a Shakespeare work. It might be worthwhile, in and of itself, but it’s not the same.

The New York State English Language Arts Regents Exam, required for high school graduation, has an essay question where the student is asked to elaborate on a statement, using two works he or she has read. Back when I taught high school, in practice session, young men often chose Gatsby as one of the works. Most of the statements are general and often involve themes like loyalty, friendship, love or values, and Gatsby is about all of these, but mostly it’s a story about a man who loved a woman and remade his whole life to win her, and won her, and ultimately died for her and she wasn’t worth it. This seemed to resonate with young men, mostly poor, who have grown up in a world where people meet violent ends and the ability to have tons of stuff is valued above all else. They would write about the book with passion, and honesty. They weren’t parroting something they’d heard a teacher say. They got it.

It amazes me that there has been no modern day hip-hop version of the story, with cocaine or marijuana as the bootlegged substance Continue reading Your Saturday Book Review — The Great Gatsby

Dept of FFS — Somebody Whining in Salon about Self-Publishing

So this morning, I read yet another post in Salon written by mid-list author bitching and moaning that self-publishing is hard. Is this part of a series?

Had the post itself been funny or otherwise entertaining, it might have worked as an attention getting strategy for the book,  but instead it was long, boring, and full of self-pity, thus prompting a response on my part, which you could either search for in the comments, or read below:

I probably should consider my words here, but….

Me, me, me. Would you like some cheese with that whine?. Did someone twist your arm and force you to self-publish your novel? Did you do any actual research before you took the plunge? Work with your agent on coming up with a publicity strategy? What on earth made you think that doors would simply be open to you? Also, your friends are your friends. It would be nice if they would support you or help you out, but it’s not their job, and it gets awkward, especially when these are well-connected friends and it feels like they are being used. (Which isn’t to say that you can’t give a reading somewhere and make it sound like the best party EVER and invite people you know and love.)

Self-publishing is tough. It’s especially tough for people trying to pedal mid-list type, non-genre novels, mostly because readers who read those kinds of books like the idea of gatekeepers and are unlikely to find your book without reading a review in one of the places that doesn’t as a rule review self-published books, Continue reading Dept of FFS — Somebody Whining in Salon about Self-Publishing

The End of the World — On The Beach

Most post-apocalyptic movies explore how life goes on after it is all but destroyed. Perhaps we devolve, while the apes get smarter and take over. Could they do worse? Maybe the bonds between a boy and his dog will still be the greatest love of all? Or between a father and a son? We might be dining on each other or living in silos, but at least a few of us will be alive.

In these films, there’s always an after, even if it’s so bleak you’d rather not live to see it. On The Beach is different. The premise simple: A nuclear war started, possibly by accident, has led to worldwide radioactive fallout destroying life on the planet, except for Australia where the radioactive winds haven’t reached yet – but they’re coming in about five months or so and when they do – lights out for all. Meantime, life seems strangely normal. There are horse-drawn carts on the streets of Melbourne, but also cars, and the trains still run. Perhaps, humanity is in denial, or maybe this is a more likely scenario than the mayhem we see in most end-of-the-world is coming films. After all, most humans when given a terminal diagnosis go on pretty much as they were.

Lt. Peter Holmes (Anthony Perkins) of the Royal Australian Navy, still makes sure the bottle is warm when he feeds his infant daughter, and still follows orders. His wife, Mary, would rather not even speak about what’s to come, though in this she doesn’t seem different than most. Peter is assigned to be a liaison officer on a mission being carried out by a US submarine that was at sea when the blast hit. Under the command of Dwight Towers (Gregory Peck), the USS Sawfish will head north and check on air and water samples to see if just maybe the radiation might be Continue reading The End of the World — On The Beach

Your Saturday Book Review: Sentimental Education OR The 100 Dollar Misunderstanding

(Once again I find myself reading or not reading three different novels, and am forced to review something I read once upon a long time ago.)

The line between satire and bad taste may be non-existent, and once the work is no longer topical, in most cases, all that’s left is bad taste. This may be the problem with Robert Gover’s once daring novel, The One-Hundred Dollar Misunderstanding, which is part of a trilogy for those readers who won’t read anything unless it’s a series. It should be noted, however, that this novel can stand alone, if it stands at all.

Let me confess, I read it years ago, when it was in a list of recommended books for a college creative writing class. The reason it was on the list had to do with voice – not in the sense of the distinctive capital V writer’s voice, but rather the creation of characters with distinctive voices, telling stories from their points of view, and the concept that one could tell the same story from the entirely different points of view of two (or more characters).

The few of you who’ve actually read, Loisaida, may now be experiencing an “ah-hah” moment, as, clearly, this book had a definitive influence (for better or worse) on yours truly.

The setting is the early 1960’s, back when it was really still the 1950’s, before the JFK assassination, and The Beatles, and everything changed. The plot, or misunderstanding involves one James Cartwright Holland, Continue reading Your Saturday Book Review: Sentimental Education OR The 100 Dollar Misunderstanding