Ptomkin facade

The Wrong Stuff: How the Soviet Space Program Crashed and Burned

By John Strausbaugh

Far from being a technological wonder, the USSR space program was marked by rickety machines and poor decisions, says this close-up examination.  Strausbaugh has written a number of interesting books, and his droll sense of humor fits very well with this examination of the Soviet space program. It was, he says, a comedy of errors held together with duct tape and bureaucratic obfuscation.
The leader who did the most to drive the program, Kruschev, was more interested in the potential for propaganda victories, although he also wanted to use the technology for inter-continental missiles. He repeatedly pushed the scientists in the program to move far more quickly than they wanted, to beat the U.S. and garner global headlines. The result was that rockets and capsules were often cobbled together at the last moment, using cosmonauts with minimal training. And yet with ingenuity and luck the program achieved some remarkable firsts: the first satellite, the first manned orbit, and the first spacewalk.
Strausbaugh, working with newly-available research material, shows how the background to the successes was repeated, and often tragic, failures. He readily admits that sending humans into space is intrinsically difficult but he traces many of the program’s problems to the system itself. “The Soviets were happy to hide how fantastically dysfunctional they were,” says Strausbaugh. “The truth was that if anyone was good at making communism work, it wasn’t the Soviets.”
By the time the USSR collapsed, the space program had effectively ended, out of money and hope. Strausbaugh has a good time with all of this, and The Wrong Stuff adds up to an accessible, enjoyable story about an era which, for better or worse, is nearly forgotten.

Gumiho

The Nine-tailed Fox

[This story is written as a Korean folk tale]

There was once a young man, a scholar, who was traveling from the south to the capital, to take the
National Official exams. On the road, he encountered a young woman who was picking berries and
fruit. When she turned to see him she smiled, and he saw that she was very beautiful. It was as if she
had been waiting from him.
“Good afternoon, miss,” he said to her.
“Good afternoon, sir,” she said to him.
He searched for something else to say. “Is this the road to the capital?” he said, although he knew
full well that it was the road to the capital.
“Yes, sir, it is, but it is a long way.”
He nodded his thanks. As he could think of nothing further to say, he began to proceed on his way.
At that moment, the woman’s basket broke, and berries and fruit tumbled across the road.
“Oh dear!” he said. “Please let me help you.” So together they picked up the berries and fruit. As the
woman’s basket was completely broken, he offered his hat to carry them.
“Thank you, sir,” she said. “I live in a small cottage in the woods, not far from here. Perhaps you will
accompany me there, and I will make tea for us, to thank you. And we can have some of this fruit, to
refresh you before you continue. As I said, it is a long way.”
The young man nodded agreement, even though he had recently had a meal at the nearby village.
So they went to the cottage, which was a very pleasant place. They drank tea and ate fruit and
talked. The woman looked outside. “It is growing dark,” she said. “It is not safe to travel at night.
Perhaps you should stay here until tomorrow.”
The young man agreed. He hung his scholar’s hat on a hook by the door and helped the woman
prepare a meal for them.
The next day, the young woman asked if he could help her gather vegetables from the garden before
he left, and he said he would. It was a large and fertile garden, and filled with vegetables. By the
time he had helped to gather them, the day was half-gone. He offered to bring some water from the
nearby stream, and the woman said, thank you, that would be very good.
When he returned with buckets of water he told her that there were many fish in the stream. He
said he could make a fishing line and probably catch some for her. But, he said, the best time to
catch fish is in the morning. The woman said that in that case, he would have to stay overnight, and
he agreed.
And so it continued. Somehow, the garden was always full of vegetables, and the surrounding forest
trees were always laden with fruit. There were always fish in the stream and they seemed almost
willing to be caught. Occasionally, the woman would go into the forest and return with a brace of
rabbits. She said she had caught them with snares, although the man had never seen her make or lay
any snares.

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A number of times, the man saw his scholar’s hat on the hook by the door and said he would have to
leave soon. Then the woman would say, but there will be a storm tonight, and you cannot travel in a
storm. Or she would say, but I am planning to make your favourite meal tonight. Or that there are
vegetables that must be harvested, or fish that are waiting to be caught. And the man would smile,
and say, well, I suppose I can stay a little longer.
One day, she asked if she could call him her husband. He said yes, on the condition that he could call
her his wife. And so it was agreed.
Occasionally, the man would go the nearby village, and trade fish for tea and rice. The people there
would ask him where he lived, and he would say that he lived in a lovely cottage in the forest. And
they would shake their heads, and say, no, there is no cottage in the forest. But then they would
take his fish and give him the rice and tea, and he would return to the cottage and his beautiful wife.
One day, when he was fishing in the stream, he looked into the water and saw his reflection. It was
not the reflection of a youthful scholar but of a middle-aged man. How could this be, he thought. My
wife is still young and beautiful, after all. Surely I have not been with her for long. Perhaps a year,
maybe a little more. But when he thought more about it, he thought of the many summers in which
they had harvested vegetables and collected fruit, and the many winters they had lain together, for
warmth and love.
Confused, he ran to the village. He went into the store where he traded his fish.
“How long have I been coming here?” he said to the man at the counter.
The man shrugged. “Oh, many years,” he said. “I don’t know how many, but many.”
“Do you remember when I came here as a young man?” he said. “As a scholar, travelling to the
capital?”
“I do not, but my mother might,” he said. He gestured for an elderly woman to join them. She had
been listening to the conversation.
“Yes, I remember a young man,” she said. “Or a young man with clothes like yours, at least. But that
was thirty years ago, perhaps more.”
“Thirty years!” said the man. “But that cannot be! My wife is still young and she is very beautiful.
And we have a good life in the cottage in the forest.”
“Aha!” said the woman. “Then your wife must be a nine-tailed fox! They are very tricky, very
seductive, these gumiho. They must have a man with them to stay in human form, which is what all
foxes want.”
Several other men came forward. “She has put a spell on you,” one of them said. “The only way to
break the curse is to kill the fox.” They began to gather weapons.
The man turned and ran for the cottage. He could see the villagers coming after him.
He found the woman gathering fruit and berries on the path. “Run!” he shouted. “Run and hide! The
villagers are coming to kill you! They know you are a fox!”
“I will not go without you, husband,” she said.

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At that moment, an arrow fired by one of the villagers whistled through the air – heading directly for
the young woman.
He pushed his wife out of the way – and the arrow struck him in the chest. He fell to the ground,
bleeding.
“No!” shouted the young woman. She knelt next to him, and took his hand. “My darling husband,”
she said softly. “The only spell has been that I have loved you and you have loved me. And I do not
want to live without you.”
She pulled the arrow from his chest. Without a moment’s hesitation, she plunged it into her own.
As she died next to him, she returned to the form of a nine-tailed fox. Her paw still held her
husband’s hand.
Some of the villagers went along the path and found the cottage. The garden was dry and untended.
The building was a dilapidated, rotten ruin. The only thing that remained, buried under some
timbers, was an old, dusty scholar’s hat.
The villagers, realising that the love between the man and his wife had been true, buried them
together in a grave by the stream. But they did not know their names. So the simple headstone they
erected said: ‘They loved’.

END

구미호

옛날에 과거를 보기 위해 남방에서 도성으로
향하는 한 청년 학자가 있었다. 길에서 그는
딸기와 과일을 따고 있는 젊은 여성을
만났습니다. 그녀가 그를 돌아보았을 때 그녀는
미소를 지었고 그는 그녀가 매우 아름답다는
것을 알았습니다. 마치 그녀가 그를 기다리고
있었던 것 같았다.
“안녕하세요, 아가씨.” 그가 그녀에게 말했다.
“좋은 오후입니다.” 그녀가 그에게 말했다.
그는 다른 할 말을 찾았다. “여기가 수도로 가는
길입니까?” 그는 그것이 수도로 가는 길이라는
것을 잘 알고 있었음에도 불구하고 말했다.
“예, 그렇긴 합니다만, 멀었습니다.”
그는 고개를 끄덕였다. 더 이상 할 말이 생각나지
않자 그는 가던 길을 걷기 시작했다.
그 순간 여자의 바구니가 부러지고 산딸기와
과일이 길가에 떨어졌습니다.
“이런!” 그는 말했다. “도와주세요.” 그래서
그들은 함께 열매와 과일을 집어 들었습니다.
여자의 바구니가 완전히 망가졌을 때, 그는
그것을 운반할 모자를 제안했습니다.
“고마워요, 선생님.” 그녀가 말했다. “저는 여기서
멀지 않은 숲 속의 작은 오두막에 살고 있습니다.
아마도 당신은 저와 함께 거기에 갈 것입니다.
감사를 표하기 위해 차를 끓일 것입니다. 그리고

우리는 계속하기 전에 당신을 상쾌하게 하기
위해 이 과일을 가질 수 있습니다. 내가 말했듯이
그것은 먼 길입니다.”
청년은 최근 근처 마을에서 식사를 한 적이
있는데도 고개를 끄덕였다.
그래서 그들은 매우 즐거운 곳인 별장으로
갔습니다. 그들은 차를 마시고 과일을 먹고
이야기를 나누었습니다. 여자는 밖을
내다보았다. “점점 어두워지고 있어요.” 그녀가
말했다. “밤에 여행하는 것은 안전하지 않습니다.
아마도 당신은 내일까지 여기에 있어야 할
것입니다.”
청년은 동의했습니다. 그는 학자의 모자를 문 옆
고리에 걸고 여자가 그들을 위해 식사를
준비하는 것을 도왔습니다.
다음 날 그 젊은 여성은 그가 떠나기 전에
정원에서 채소를 모으는 것을 도와줄 수 있는지
물었고 그는 그렇게 하겠다고 말했습니다. 크고
비옥한 정원이었으며 채소가 가득했습니다. 그가
그것들을 모으는 것을 도왔을 때는 이미 날이
반쯤 갔다. 그는 근처 개울에서 물을 좀
가져오겠다고 제안했고, 그 여자는 고맙습니다,
그것이 아주 좋을 것이라고 말했습니다.
그가 물통을 가지고 돌아왔을 때 그는 개울에
많은 물고기가 있다고 그녀에게 말했습니다.
그는 낚싯줄을 만들어 그녀를 위해 몇 마리를
잡을 수 있을 것이라고 말했습니다. 그러나 그는
물고기를 잡기에 가장 좋은 시간은 아침이라고

말했습니다. 그 여자는 그럴 경우 하룻밤을
묵어야 한다고 말했고 그는 동의했습니다.
그래서 계속되었습니다. 어찌된 일인지 정원에는
항상 채소가 가득했고 주변의 숲 나무에는 항상
과일이 가득했습니다. 개울에는 항상 물고기가
있었고 그들은 거의 기꺼이 잡힐 것 같았습니다.
때때로 그 여자는 숲으로 갔다가 토끼 버팀대를
들고 돌아오곤 했습니다. 그녀는 그 남자가
그녀가 올무를 만들거나 설치하는 것을 본 적이
없었지만 올무로 그들을 잡았다고 말했습니다.
여러 번 그 남자는 문 옆 고리에 걸려 있는 학자
모자를 보고 곧 떠나야 한다고 말했습니다.
그러면 그 여자는 말하겠지만 오늘 밤에는
폭풍이 있을 것이고 당신은 그 폭풍 속을 여행할
수 없을 것입니다. 또는 그녀는 말할 것이지만
오늘 밤 당신이 가장 좋아하는 식사를 만들
계획입니다. 또는 수확해야 할 야채가 있거나
잡히기를 기다리는 물고기가 있습니다. 그러면
그 남자는 미소를 지으며 이렇게 말할 것입니다.
조금 더 머물 수 있을 것 같습니다.
어느 날 그녀는 그를 남편이라고 부를 수 있는지
물었다. 그는 그녀를 아내라고 부를 수 있다는
조건으로 예라고 말했습니다. 그래서
동의했습니다.
이따금 그 남자는 가까운 마을에 가서 생선을
차와 쌀과 맞바꾸곤 했습니다. 그곳 사람들은
그에게 어디 사는지 물었고 그는 숲속의
아름다운 별장에 산다고 말했습니다. 그리고

그들은 고개를 저으며 말했습니다. 아니, 숲에는
오두막이 없습니다. 그러나 그들은 그의
물고기를 가져다가 그에게 쌀과 차를 주었고
그는 아름다운 아내와 함께 오두막으로
돌아갔습니다.
어느 날 개울에서 낚시를 하다가 물에 비친
자신의 모습을 보았다. 그것은 젊은 선비의
모습이 아니라 중년 남성의 모습이었다. 어떻게
이럴 수 있지, 그는 생각했다. 결국 내 아내는
여전히 젊고 아름답습니다. 확실히 나는 그녀와
오랫동안 함께하지 않았습니다. 아마도 1년,
어쩌면 조금 더. 하지만 곰곰이 생각해 보면
채소를 수확하고 과일을 따던 많은 여름과
따뜻함과 사랑을 위해 함께 누웠던 많은 겨울이
생각났습니다.
당황한 그는 마을로 달려갔다. 그는 물고기를
거래하는 가게에 들어갔다.
“내가 여기 온 지 얼마나 됐지?” 그는 카운터에
있는 남자에게 말했다.
남자는 어깨를 으쓱했다. “오, 오랜 세월이군요.”
그가 말했다. “얼마인지는 모르겠지만 많이.”
“내가 젊었을 때 이곳에 왔을 때를
기억하십니까?” 그는 말했다. “선비로서 수도를
여행한다고?”
“나는 아니지만 어머니는 그럴 수도 있습니다.
“라고 그는 말했습니다. 그는 나이든 여성에게
합류하라고 손짓했습니다. 그녀는 대화를 듣고
있었다.

“예, 한 청년이 기억납니다.” 그녀가 말했다.
“아니면 적어도 당신과 같은 옷을 입은 청년이요.
그러나 그것은 30년 전, 아마도 그보다 더 오래
전 일입니다.”
“30년!” 남자가 말했다. “하지만 그럴 리가 없어!
아내는 아직 젊고 매우 아름답습니다. 그리고
우리는 숲 속의 오두막에서 좋은 삶을 살고
있습니다.”
“아하!” 여자가 말했다. “그렇다면 당신의 아내는
구미호일 것입니다! 그들은 매우 교활하고 매우
매혹적인 구미호입니다. 모든 여우가 원하는
인간 형태를 유지하려면 남자와 함께 있어야
합니다.”
몇몇 다른 남자들이 앞으로 나왔다. “그녀가
당신에게 주문을 걸었어요.” 그들 중 한 명이
말했다. “저주를 풀 수 있는 유일한 방법은
여우를 죽이는 것입니다.” 그들은 무기를 모으기
시작했습니다.
남자는 돌아서서 오두막을 향해 달렸다. 자신을
쫓는 마을 사람들이 보였다.
그는 길에서 과일과 장과를 모으는 여자를
발견했습니다. “달리다!” 그는 소리쳤다. “도망쳐
숨어! 마을 사람들이 당신을 죽이러 오고
있습니다! 그들은 당신이 구미호라는 것을 알고
있습니다!”
“남편 없이는 가지 않겠습니다.”그녀가 말했다.
그 순간 마을 사람 중 한 명이 쏜 화살이 허공을
휘파람을 불며 곧바로 젊은 여성을 향했습니다.

그는 아내를 밀어냈고 화살은 그의 가슴에
맞았습니다. 그는 피를 흘리며 땅에
쓰러졌습니다.
“아니요!” 젊은 여자가 소리쳤다. 그녀는 그의
옆에 무릎을 꿇고 그의 손을 잡았다. “내
사랑하는 남편.” 그녀가 부드럽게 말했다.
“유일한 주문은 내가 당신을 사랑했고 당신이
나를 사랑했다는 것입니다. 그리고 나는 당신
없이는 살고 싶지 않습니다.”
그녀는 그의 가슴에서 화살을 뽑았다. 한순간의
망설임도 없이 그녀는 그것을 자신의 것으로
밀어넣었다.
그녀는 그 옆에서 죽어 구미호의 모습으로
돌아갔다. 그녀의 발은 여전히 ​​남편의 손을 잡고
있었다.
마을 사람들 중 일부는 길을 따라 가서 오두막을
찾았습니다. 정원은 건조하고 관리되지
않았습니다. 건물은 낡고 썩은 폐허였습니다.
목재 밑에 묻힌 유일한 것은 낡고 먼지투성이
학자의 모자였습니다.
마을 사람들은 남자와 그의 아내 사이의 사랑이
진실임을 깨닫고 시냇가에 함께 무덤에
묻었습니다. 그러나 그들은 그들의 이름을
몰랐습니다. 그래서 그들이 세운 단순한
비석에는 ‘그들은 사랑했다’라고 쓰여
있었습니다.

Making noise

Sound and Silence: My Experience with China and Literature 

By Yan Lianke; translated by Carlos Rojas

Duke University Press

Yan Lianke is a world-renowned author of novels, short stories, and essays whose provocative and nuanced writing explores the reality of everyday life in contemporary China. In Sound and Silence, Yan compares his literary project to a blind man carrying a flashlight at night whose role is to help others perceive the darkness that surrounds them. Often described as China’s most censored author, Yan reflects candidly on literary censorship in contemporary China. He outlines the Chinese state’s project of national amnesia that suppresses memories of past crises and social traumas, and wonders what will happen to the generations after him, who will know nothing except what the state tells them 

Although being banned in China is often a selling point in foreign markets, Yan argues that there is no necessary correlation between censorship and literary quality. Among other topics, Yan also examines the impact of Western literature on Chinese literature in the 1980s and 1990s. Encapsulating the perspectives on life, writing, and literary history, Sound and Silence includes an introduction by translator Carlos Rojas and an afterword by Yan. Several of these essays were originally written a decade or more ago but they have lost none of their relevance, strength, and lucidity.

The Truman Show

Ascent to Power: How Truman Emerged from Roosevelt’s Shadow and Remade the World

By David Roll

Penguin, $75

The presidency of Harry Truman is often seen as little more than a footnote to the tumultuous FDR era. Nothing could be further from the truth, says historian Roll. In Ascent to Power he examines the period between Roosevelt’s death in 1945 and the 1948 election which saw Truman unexpectedly win office in his own right. The two men had known each other but not particularly well, and bringing Truman onto the Democrat ticket in 1944 was largely a way to displace the far-left Wallace. As Vice-President, Truman had been cut out of important decisions and information, so he was entirely unprepared when Roosevelt died.

Roll describes how he initially focused on continuing Roosevelt’s policies about fighting the war and winning the peace but he gradually implemented his own ideas, and became entirely his own man after the 1948 victory. He was logical and systematic on issues such as the decision to drop the atomic bombs, the rebuilding of Germany and Japan, opposition to the Soviet Union, and support for a Jewish homeland. On the domestic front, he moved much further on civil rights than Roosevelt had done, winning support from black leaders. Many of his policies were bitterly opposed but he mostly prevailed, always emphasising that the buck stopped on the presidential desk.

Roll tells the story with authority although some of his detours, such as the chapter on Roosevelt at the Tehran conference in 1943, seem to be a long way from his theme. However, for readers who are not familiar with Truman, Ascent to Power is informative and accessible. It is, in the end, the story of a man who rose to the position when he sat down in the chair.

Dark journey

Smoke and Ashes: Opium’s Hidden Histories

By Amitav Ghosh

Farrar, Straus and Giroux, $78


“It is a measure of opium’s peculiar ability to insert itself into human affairs that it has created many echoes and rhymes between past and present,” says Indian novelist Ghosh. The idea of opium as a malignant force permeates Smoke and Ashes, and Ghosh traces its role in the development of global trade as well as the growth of countries and corporations. There is not much, he says, that opium has not touched in some way in the past two centuries. He became interested in it while doing research for his acclaimed Ibis trilogy, and Smoke and Ashes can be read as a background addendum to those novels or as a stand-alone book. Ghosh examines how opium, under British colonial direction, became a major part of the Indian economy during the nineteenth century and the primary export to China.

The social impact in both countries was devastating and, according to Ghosh, fed into a breakdown of trust in governing institutions in China. Opium spread with Indian and Chinese immigration around the world, and in many countries it was not illegal until more recent times. Despite many attempts, the cultivation of poppies has proved impossible to eradicate; it is, after all, incredibly lucrative. Ghosh calculates that there is now more opium produced than ever, and in more countries. Much of the growth is tied to the rise of opioid addiction in the U.S., which Ghosh sees as a key reason for the fraying of the country’s social fabric. Some readers might feel that Ghosh overstates his case in describing the opium trade as the crucible of rampant capitalism yet his central thesis of opium’s destructive nature is hard to deny. Smoke and Ashes stands as a dark and disturbing journey from this prolific, remarkable author.

Like fine wine

Learning to Love Midlife: 12 Reasons Why Life Gets Better with Age

By Chip Conley

Little, Brown – $45

Living is a process of growing older, and in youth-oriented cultures the midlife period is often seen as “one endless sand trap on the golf course of life”. But it does not have to be like that, according to Chip Conley, founder of something called the Elder Academy and author of numerous self-help books. Midlife, generally described as the 40-65 bracket, can be a time when life is reconsidered and reorganized. The key is to make a conscious decision about what sort of future you want, including what Conley calls a “Great Midlife Edit”. This means letting go of mindsets and obligations that have outstayed their welcome. For some people, this can mean a change of career or lifestyle, perhaps stepping off the 9-to-5 treadmill and finding a new use for hard-won experience. True, after 40 wrinkles will start to appear and hairlines will begin to recede. Accept it and become comfortable in your skin, says Conley, although he offers advice on maintaining overall health.

Staying active is the best medicine. The connection between mental condition and physical capability increases in midlife, and people with strong relationships, religious faith, and a willingness to try new things live longer, healthier lives. Don’t be afraid to seek new challenges, says Conley, noting that his father took up scuba diving at 60. “Midlife is the time to rediscover our love of old movies, jazz music, impressionist painters, and anything else that makes life worth living,” he says. “Aging is a privilege, a gift of time.”

Setting the record straight

Not the End of the World: How We Can Be the First Generation to Build a Sustainable Planet

By Hannah Ritchie

Penguin, $50

At some point, despair over climate-related issues became fashionable amongst the Progressive set, to the point where many of them have chosen to not have children. This attitude, says Hannah Ritchie, an Oxford academic specializing in environmental science and lead researcher at the authoritative Our World in Data group, is mere foolishness. In Not the End of the World she sets the record straight, drawing on a wealth of data to show a pattern of steady improvement in everything from infant mortality to air pollution.

On the issue of climate change, she notes that global per capita emissions are steadily falling, and the trends point towards an absolute decrease in the foreseeable future. For example, emissions in the U.S. have fallen by a quarter since 2005. Ritchie makes clear that she is a firm believer in climate change; her point is that improvements have happened, and should continue to happen, through concerted action at the government and regulatory levels, as well as technological advances. Hand-wringing and whining gets you nowhere, but there is never a shortage of it. She points to other environmental issues that have been addressed, such as acid rain and the deterioration of the ozone layer, to show that co-operative answers are achievable.

She has sharp words for journalists who take a few lines from a detailed scientific report out of context in search of a sensational headline, and even sharper ones for those people who want to unequivocally believe the worst and will loudly advertise their feelings to anyone in earshot. “Doomsayers are not interested in solutions,” she says. “They have already given up. They often try to stand in the way of them.” Ignore them, Ritchie suggests, and get to work instead.

20+

The Twentysomething Treatment: A Revolutionary Remedy for an Uncertain Age 

By Meg Jay

Simon & Schuster, $30

The time between the ages of twenty and thirty is often depicted as a time of freedom, experimentation, and personal growth. Jay, a clinical psychologist who specializes in this age group, disagrees. Her experience, backed by medical statistics, is that twentysomethings are more likely to face depression, anxiety, substance abuse and loneliness than any other age group, and their common responses – to reach for therapy, medication, recreational drugs, or social media – often makes their problems worse. They seem to have little idea on how to make friends and build relationships, and are constantly worried that any emotional connection will leave them hurt and scarred. They crave certainty but, says Jay, that’s not going to happen. 

She has plenty of stories to illustrate her points, and is constantly surprised that the people she treats seem so unprepared for adult life. She has covered some of this territory in an earlier book, The Defining Decade, and Twentysomething Treatment can be read as a follow-up concerned mainly with remedies. Even with her solid psychotherapy credentials, Jay’s focus is on non-medical solutions. Combining therapeutic knowledge with personal insight, she offers practical advice on developing social relationships, choosing a suitable job, finding a purpose, and even falling in love. Learning to cook – actual cooking, not throwing something into the microwave – is surprisingly beneficial. So is physical movement, whether it is a dance class or a stroll around the block. And twentysomethings should accept that some scrapes and bruises are an essential part of growing up, not catastrophes. “Life is the best therapist of all,” Jay concludes. “And it is affordable, accessible, and right outside your door.”

WTF?

The Washington Book: How to Read Politics and Politicians 

By Carlos Lozada

Simon & Schuster, $45

According to the advertising for this book, the thesis of The Washington Book is that books penned by Washington political figures, if read closely, can tell us more than their authors intend. This is an interesting idea, so it is a surprise and a shame that Lozada makes very little attempt to follow it up. The book is a collection of his essays published in the Washington Post (where he was an editor and book reviewer) and the New York Times (for which he is an opinion columnist). Instead of analysing books by politicians he quickly veers into the territory of political advocacy. This might not be surprising, given that both the Post and the Times have Trump Derangement Syndrome apparently embedded in their DNA, but it makes for a fundamentally dishonest book.

The pieces dealing with Obama, for example, are so hagiographic as to be almost embarrassing, and those about Hillary Clinton are laudatory. On the other hand, the numerous essays on Trump are extended exercises in abject hatred – there is really no other phrase for it. Lozada has only snarky insults for Republicans in general (with the exception of George H. Bush), while he applauds far-left figures like Ta-Nehisi Coates and Stacey Abrams.

Overall, he appears to be mostly concerned with praising everyone on his side of politics and condemning everyone on the other side, rather than actually reviewing books. Even more, several of the essays in The Washington Book, like the ones discussing the shooting at Columbine High School in 1997 or the prospect of war with China, seem to have no connection with the theme of books by politicians at all. 

This is hardly the first book that this reviewer has read that starts with a purported thesis and then somehow travels to the land of Orange Man Bad. It is almost as if an author has to parade their anti-Trump credentials at some point in order to get a book accepted by a major publisher.

As for Lozada, it should be noted that he was awarded a Pulitzer Prize for Criticism a while ago, although this might say more about the Pultzers than Lozada. If there was a prize for Most Misleading Book Title, he would probably have won that too, for The Washington Book.

Pergolakan


Revolusi: Indonesia and the Birth of the Modern World 

By David Van Reybrouck

Penguin, $45

Despite being the fourth most populous country in the world, Indonesia often seems to float on the periphery, unknown and ignored. Van Reybrouck, an historian with long connections to the region, sheds valuable light on the country’s fight for independence, which became a liberation model. Before the Dutch arrived with imperial dreams in the nineteenth century Indonesia was a sprawling archipelago of disparate kingdoms and sultanates. It was forcefully unified under a colonial administration but there have always been cultural, ethnic and religious divisions. 

When the Japanese conquered the region in World War Two they were at first welcomed as liberators although it soon became clear that they were worse than the Dutch. There was, however, the emergence of a national consciousness and a generation of anti-colonial leaders, most notably the charismatic but volatile Sukarno. He declared independence soon after the Japanese surrender but making the new country work was problematic. Sukarno unified the communists, nationalists and Islamists, although once the colonialists were expelled the coalition fell into disarray, leading to a cycle of violence and retribution. Dutch, British and Australian troops sought to end the bloodshed but could not do much: the chaos had to play itself out. It eventually did, but Sukarno’s government became increasingly incompetent and socialistic, and when he was displaced by a U.S.-sponsored coup there was another round of bloody strife. Suharto eventually grabbed the reins, bringing stability but also repression.

Van Reybrouck manages to keep this convoluted account straight, punctuating the story with interviews to provide a human dimension. At nearly 600 pages Revolusi is not an easy read, and there is a huge cast of players. Nevertheless, anyone who wants to understand Asian political development and the process of decolonization will find it a useful and important text.