Bruce: The Innocence, The Darkness, and the Rising (Book Review)

This piece is part of the What’s in a Name Reading Challenge, where readers pick six books based on six different categories. They then read those books and write about them. Simple, right? Best of all, it’s not too late to join. More information on the challenge can be found at Beth Fish Reads, who is hosting it for the year. In this piece, I reflect upon Peter Ames Carlin’s biography of Bruce Springsteen entitled Bruce: The Innocence, The Darkness, and the Rising.

1. When the Big Man Joined the Band

Tenth Avenue Freeze Out is one of Bruce Springsteen and the E-Street Band’s signature tunes, yet it’s meaning remains unclear to many fans. The Boss himself seems unable to pinpoint the precise meaning of the title. No matter. Roy Bittan’s piano, the brightly upbeat horn-section, Clarence Clemons’ raging saxophone, and a chorus tailor-made for a singalong, are really enough to secure the song’s status as a piece of musical brilliance.

The lyrics, more  cryptic than we’re used to from a man who thrives on storytelling that’s powerful in its simplicity, serve as a creation myth for the E-Street band. It begins with our hero, Bad Scooter, obviously a stand-in for Springsteen himself, “searching for his groove.”

Like many creation myths, the initial setting is chaos –  ”I’m stranded in the jungle, Taking all the heat they was giving,” – and it’s not quite clear what’s going on – “From a tenement window a transistor blasts, Turn around the corner things got quiet real fast, She hit me with a Tenth Avenue freeze out.” It makes some, but not total sense.

Following the typical arc of a creation story, something beautiful emerges from the chaos. Here, there’s no ambiguity and every devotee of the E-Street band knows exactly of what Bruce speaks when he declares that “…the change was made uptown, And the Big Man joined the band.” The congregation knows to testify when Bruce proclaims “I’m gonna sit back right easy and laugh, When Scooter and the Big Man bust this city in half.”

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2013 What’s in a Name Reading Challenge

I often find that despite the fact that I’m someone who reads often, I nonetheless easily fall in to the trap of reading “narrowly.” What I mean by this is that I gravitate to the genres and authors that I find comfortable and that I know will bring gratification. I am also admittedly partial to fiction over non-fiction, and when I do pick up a history book, it usually covers a period of time and place that I have already visited through reading fiction.

For 2013, my goal is to read more “widely” and creatively. To help me do so, I have signed up for the What’s in a Name Reading Challenge being hosted by blogger Beth Fish Reads. The challenge is simple enough, asking the participant to read a book that falls into six different categories and subsequently share their thoughts through reviews and reflections. These reviews and reflections will subsequently be collected and shared on the Beth Fish Reads blog (follow the first link in this paragraph for more details).

Below are the six categories in the challenge and my selections. Participants have the entirety of 2013 to complete the challenge, so I will be providing updates throughout the year as I progress. As I said, this is a great way for readers to make more creative choices and also to share their thoughts with one another as they read and I would encourage everyone to get onboard.

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Writers and the Kindness of Friends (and Strangers)

Below is an entry from the journal I kept during my recent trip abroad. It touches on the theme of being a writer, especially an amateur one, and the importance of support from those around you. The piece was spurred by my visit to the famous Shakespeare and Company bookstore in Paris. Enjoy. 

Writers are often sustained by generosity, especially the vast majority who cannot and do not live exclusively off their writing. The greatest generosity that aspiring writers can be shown is perhaps the simple gesture of reading their drafts and providing some insight into the reader’s point of view. It’s never easy to offer this favour, as most simply have better and more important things to tend to than reading the amateurish ramblings of some bum attempting to be the next Marquez or Bellow.

It’s a nearly saintly act to give up one’s own time to seriously read and critique a friend’s writing, especially considering that though there are so many great writers, there are about one thousand horrible or mediocre ones for each of those greats. Think of these figures when a friend asks you to read their writing and you’ll have before you a true test of the strength of your relationship.

There’s also the matter of space, which Virginia Woolf emphasizes in her brilliant A Room of One’s Own. Writing is indeed essentially a solitary pursuit before the business aspect of the profession comes into play. A writer needs to somehow make a living, perhaps through something bland and typical, in order that they can continue writing and maintain a solitary space that provides for both intense concentration and for letting one’s mind wander. One can often settle into coffee shops and public spaces to write, but I think the process always brings itself back to one’s own space, both in the physical and mental sense. It’s all the better if the room is filled with books, therefore also serving as a space for inspiration and for learning from the masters of the craft.

Shakespeare and Company, the only exclusively English language bookshop in Paris, has made generosity towards writers its mission since its inception. The space can be incredibly cramped, especially during a busy hour, as was the case during my visit, but it manages to house a shop on the lower floor and a reading room upstairs. Writers also still have the opportunity to live in the store and write their masterpiece in exchange for working in the shop, the perfect place to spur literary inspiration.

Ernest Hemingway notes the kindness of then owner Sylvia Beach, who allowed him to borrow books from the shop despite his not having the funds to pay the membership fee for the shop’s borrowing system. Beach would also waive fines that Hemingway accrued from borrowing books. Reading is the nourishment that keeps writers writing, much like physical exercise and training keeps athletes at their best, and Ms. Beach gave fuel to the fire that would light Ernest Hemingway’s brilliance without asking for anything in return.

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The Reader’s DNA

1. Why are You Reading?

In the last two or three years, and I can’t say precisely why this is the case, I’ve become more and more of a “softie.” One of the creeds I’ve come to live by is that there is no legitimate reason to bully another. I do on occasion fall short and find myself taking on the role of the aggressor, but I’ve been conscious to check myself against the ideal that this is simply wrong.

Much of the bullying I witness, and I can’t decide if I witness more as an adult than as a child, all seems to boil down to absurd and petty reasoning. I was a bit of a chunky kid, so I was certainly reminded of that frequently. That went away by the time I reached high school, however, by which time I endured the absurd form of ridicule that until this day still causes me despair with regard to the future of the human race. I was asked constantly, “Why are you reading?” Sometimes it was modified as “Why do you read so much?”

On more than one occasion, no word of a lie, I heard not a question, but the statement, “Stop reading!” It wasn’t a threat  to put down the book or face the consequences, but more of an expression of annoyance on the part of my peers. It seemed, at least from my point of view, that the sight of someone with a book constantly in front of them was strange to the point of being revolting. I don’t know with certainty the reasoning behind this and I don’t want to speak for others, but this is my take.

I do want to address, however, one of the reasons I cared so much for reading and continue to do so. It was not the usual practical or utilitarian reasons to read, such as entertainment value, travel without having to leave one’s room, or for greater knowledge, though these reasons can never be denied. Reading was and is something that I do not just because it serves practical purposes, but because I feel compelled to.

I can certainly say why reading is important with regard to educational and cognitive development and that it is to be valued for such reasons, but I could never quite find the language or logic behind why literature, and any reading material in general, felt so indispensable and at times like a religious experience. It was not just a hobby or something that I did in my spare time, but an activity which was often more capable of bringing about happiness or ecstasy than any other. In this sense, I often have the hunch that I was born a reader rather than made into one over time. It was, to employ an overused phrase, in my DNA. I just couldn’t say why.

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My Year in Reading

Every year, the literary magazine the Millions pools writers to offer the highlights from their own reading in the previous year, a project simply called A Year in Reading. Inspired by this, I offer some of the best books that I read in 2011 that I recommend without hesitation.

1. A Late Start

The reading I did in 2011 was more challenging and trying for my mind and soul than any other year. I was acquainted with chaos and brutality in a way I could have never imagined. I read and was deeply struck by tragedy the likes of which one could not experience in a lifetime of reading the Bard himself. This year, reading meant nothing less than pushing myself to my emotional limit.

I say this because I spent most of the year as a graduate student, and therefore my reading was largely confined to material of a graduate syllabus in addition to the undergraduate papers that I was required to grade. Only recently having completed this phase of my life, the memories of such harrowing tales, read within in an environment that revealed to me the darkest and most depraved side of humankind, still stirs fear in the old blood.

The fact is that academics affords you little time for leisurely reading, or reading that you do by choice. It was really not until September or so that I reached that state for which I so longed and was able to walk up to my shelf, take off a book that I chose, and begin reading. It felt good. Below are some of the highlights of my rediscovery of reading for pleasure.

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How to Make Love to a Negro Without Getting Tired (Not an Advice Column, but a Book Review)

One of the primary components of satire is perhaps a little bit of blasphemy, or at least a healthy degree of ridicule, directed at those things we hold sacred. Whether it’s the family, politicians, religion, culture, etc., much good satire illuminates the more farcical elements of those things that we consider so urgently serious and plays them for laughs.

Race and sexuality, as well as the intersection between the two, is one of those things that we’ve come to consider with urgent seriousness. We probably should. A history of miscegenation laws and lynching in the United States, and here in Canada the consistent targeting of Aboriginal women for rape and violence, just to name two examples, invites scholars as well as us laymen to consider the oppressive tactics used to associate race with particular characteristics and traits that have over time been employed to fuel both denigration and fantasy.

One doesn’t need to look any further than the world of pornography to see the way in which we’ve loaded certain traits onto race, creating a billion dollar industry based on fetishes stemming from race. In a sense, a significant portion of the industry is built upon stereotyping, employing it to craft fantasy and in many cases generalize and denigrate one’s sexuality and race at the same time. In a reflection on race in the porn industry, Wendi Muse writes,

For the most part, however, despite the inclusion of porn uploaded from other parts of the world, racism was rampant in terms of stereotyping and essentialization. In accounting for the hundreds of hung black stallions, bored and docile white MILFs, barely legal, small-chested Asian “girls,” and desperate, sex-hungry Latinas longing for citizenship, I couldn’t help but wonder: if we rid ourselves of race, would porn like this exist? What would we even call racism at that point?

Such are the fusions of race and sexuality that we have consumed, enjoyed, and in many cases internalized, perhaps coming to believe such things about ourselves and in a culture so drenched in these images and ideas, not necessarily limited to hardcore pornography, this becomes the lens through which we view others, reducing individuals to their assigned stereotypes. The consequences are certainly serious and a more serious dialogue concerning racial and sexual stereotypes is not at all a bad thing.

These same notions of race and sexuality are the objects of interest for Dany Laferrière’s wonderfully titled “How to Make Love to a Negro Without Getting Tired.” The novel finds its satirical prowess in taking up the question of race and sexuality and pushing it to its absurd and comical consequences.

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Lessons from Lady Chatterly

2010 marked two seemingly unrelated occasions which nonetheless fused  for me as the year began to wind down. First, as book lovers will know, this year marked the 50th anniversary of the Chatterly trial, wherein a jury of 12 at London’s Old Bailey acquitted the publishers of Lady Chatterly’s Lover on charges of obscenity for having published the novel. In addition, in September, I began my work as a teaching assistant as part of my graduate program. The first event marks a major social and cultural turning point of the 20th century and the second was merely a nerve-wracking experience that most involved would probably like to forget as soon as possible. If I’m going to put a positive spin on my abilities as a teacher, I can only say that perhaps I will improve over time and that this first term was a learning experience, the latter of which is no doubt true. Nonetheless, the pointed questions of literary freedom raised by the Chatterly trial have an important lesson to impart for all teachers, no matter the level at which they work.

The broadest issue at play in the crusade against Lawrence’s novel, one which we would like to think is a thing of the past, is that of enforced moral standards from authority figures, whether they be parents, schools, churches, or the state. Particularly, this moral reinforcement was not once which concerned action or harm, but morality in the sphere of thought, publication and art. Geoffrey Robertson, in an eloquent reflection on the trial, writes,

Judges in 1960 regarded themselves, rather more than they do today, as the custodians of moral virtue. In performing this egregious function, they came to blur the distinction between literature and life. Their confusion was well represented by Lord Hailsham, in the parliamentary debate that followed the verdict: “Before I accepted as valid or valuable or even excusable the relationship between Lady Chatterley and Mellors, I should have liked to know what sort of parents they became to the child . . . I should have liked to see the kind of house they proposed to set up together; I should have liked to know how Mellors would have survived living on Connie’s rentier income of £600 . . . and I should have liked to know whether they acquired a circle of friends, or, if not, how their relationship survived social isolation.”

The attitude of the prosecution, and it seems the prevailing general attitude of the time, was that art had a duty not to violate or potentially subvert prevailing social or behavioural norms, not even in depicting the lives of fictional characters. Robertson notes Justice Laurence Byrne’s imploring of the jury to consider,  ”whether the book ‘portrays the life of an immoral woman’, to remember the meaning of ‘lawful marriage’ in a Christian country and to reflect that ‘the gamekeeper, incidentally, had a wife also. Thus what the ultimate result there would be is a matter for you to consider.’” In other questions posed to witnesses, such as whether or not they would allow their own daughters to read such alleged filth, the notion of censorship for the sake of protection from thoughts impure and abnormal come through once again. Ian Brown sees this attitude still presenting itself today in crusades to ban certain publications from schools or local libraries. Brown quotes Barbara Jones, director of the Office for Intellectual Freedom at the American Library Association, as saying,

In the United States we now have parents following what their children are reading into college. I imagine the reason they want to ban books is that parents are increasingly anxious about the dangerous world they are putting their children into. And books are an easy target. It’s not easy to remove bullying from the world. But if they see a book that has bullying in it, they think they can get rid of the problem by getting rid of the book. And economic anxiety just breeds a lot of protective censorship.

While reason emerged the victor in 1960, the fight for our right to freedom of conscience continues and with it our ability to be thoughtful and critically thinking (read: not morons) beings. Brown’s article concludes that being shocked is certainly not the same as being harmed, and this conclusion of the Chatterly trial gave way to a loose connection between questions of censorship and how I came to view my duties as a teacher.

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