Hi everyone!
In the wake of yesterday's historic Supreme Court ruling against the Defense of Marriage Act, I thought I'd share an article I wrote that was published in last week's issue of Publisher's Weekly about the changing field of LGBTQ-related books.
For those of you who don't know, I'm an Executive Editor for the Flagship imprint of ABA Publishing, the book publishing division of the American Bar Association. Next month, we will be publishing a groundbreaking book on transgenderism and the law. Here is my piece in full:
"One thing I've noticed, at least in national media, is the rise in prevalence of stories relating to legal and personal challenges faced by transgender individuals. A population that heretofore seems to have been relegated by the press to the fringes of collective social conscience is gradually starting to come to the forefront. As a result, I think we're going to see more books being publishing (both non-fiction and fiction) that address the very real challenges transgender individuals face on a daily basis.
This July, ABA Publishing (the book publishing division of the American Bar Association), is going to be publishing what I think is a truly groundbreaking work. Transgender Persons and the Law, written by transgender attorney Ally Windsor Howell, brings together--for the first time ever--a comprehensive overview of the laws and landmark court cases involving transgender individuals in a variety of legal situations, including housing, military service and veterans benefits, family law, education, health care, personal safety, employment, immigration, and criminal justice. It also discusses the myriad legal documents transgender persons need to understand before filling out paperwork in order to change their name, birth certificate, and gender identification. As an added benefit, it includes a CD with a complete set of legal forms for all fifty states and the District of Columbia for name changes and, for those jurisdictions that allow it, changes to birth certificates. To my knowledge, this has never been done before.
It makes for very compelling -- as well as often distressing -- reading. What it also does is help raise awareness to the fact that an entire segment of our population may not be fully cognizant of their rights in addition to being underserved and underrepresented by our legal community. This book -- and others like it -- will hopefully make strides toward providing not just transgender individuals and the lawyers who represent them with the legal information necessary to preserve those individual rights, but will also further educate the population at large.
I believe it is our duty as publishers and thought leaders to educate and inform the public on all socially relevant issues. And while we have certainly made tremendous strides over the past 10-15 years in providing tools for greater understanding and appreciation of the concerns and issues faced by the LGBTQ population as a whole, we still have a long way to go."
The article is also available online at the Publisher's Weekly website: www.publishersweekly.com. But in order to access it, you do need to be a subscriber...
Ciao.
Thursday, June 27, 2013
Sunday, June 23, 2013
Paula Deen and Race in America
Hello everyone!
Paula Deen. Yeah, yeah, I know. The media has been going haywire over this story since it broke on Friday and frankly, I've never seen Paula Deen's cooking shows or been to any of her restaurants or made a single one of her recipes. On the surface of things, I really don't care. But I suppose this whole hoopla raises a series of interesting issues. Obviously race in America is still very much a hot button topic. The "n-word" is dreadful. It should be barred from the English lexicon. What I find so interesting though is that Ms. Deen is receiving support from some of the African American community who seem to accept her apologies on the basis that Ms. Deen grew up in a different, less enlightened, time, that she has publicly apologized for having said the "n-word", and that this does not necessarily brand her as racist.
It brings to mind a thoughtful conversation I had this week over dinner with an author friend of mind in town from Birmingham, Alabama. I mentioned to him that whenever I've been in the South -- albeit limited to the wealthier suburbs of Atlanta -- I've always been struck by the sense that there is a greater 'integration' down there between whites and African Americans. There's a looser kind of camaraderie between the races, at least within the circles among which I've traveled, than exists here in Chicago, which to me is very much a Northern city.
He explained that because--especially in Birmingham which was and is the epicenter of the Civil Rights Movement--integration was and is so heavily enforced, the barriers between whites and blacks just, at least on the surface, fade away. Here in Chicago, there's still a noticeable division between the "black neighborhoods" (the South and West sides) and the "white neighborhoods" (downtown, The Gold Coast, Lincoln Park, and the North Side) that the city has been branded one of the most segregated in the United States.
Chicago's seemingly endemic gun violence that tops international headlines is pretty much relegated to African American neighborhoods on the South and West sides. I live in the West Loop. My parents live in Lincoln Park. I work in River North. I exist pretty much in a white bubble. But it's only nine minutes on the expressway from my house to West Garfield Park, one of the most underprivileged and violent neighborhoods in Chicago. Over the span of about a year I spent at least part of every week day student teaching and then tutoring African American high school students in an at-risk public school. At first I didn't know how I was going to cope. The prospect terrified me. Blond-haired and blue-eyed, I'm about as white as they come. How was I ever going to get four classes of inner-city African American high school seniors interested in British Literature, let alone take me seriously?
But you know what? Somehow, it happened. I fell in love with those kids. I saw a whole side of life that I'd previously been sheltered from. Not a single one of them had been unaffected by some major trauma in their young lives -- the shooting deaths of friends and relatives, teenage pregnancy, broken families, homelessness, and/or a combination of all of the above. I listened to them. And while I couldn't necessarily relate, I empathized. I gave them a voice. I told them about my own experiences and I found a way to relate 19th century British literature to these kids. Behind the swagger and the tough-guy/girl veneer, most of them just wanted someone to listen to them, to talk to them, to give them a positive role model. They accepted me and I accepted them.
It's been more than a year since I last stepped foot in those classrooms. I've given up on teaching because, at least in the public schools here in Chicago, the system is run by petty and bureaucratic administrators who can't look past race and only care about preserving the status quo. But I think about those kids often and I'd like to think I made a difference -- however small -- in at least one of their lives, because they certainly made a difference on mine.
In getting back to Paula Deen....is she or isn't she a racist? Should she or shouldn't she have been fired by the Food Network? It's not for me to say. The only thing I will say is that we are all guilty -- whites, blacks, whatever -- on some level of using race as a barrier and an excuse for failing to see that beneath the color of our skin, we are all human. We all have the same desires, the same fears, the same hopes, the same longing for validation. This is what the media should be exploring. There's certainly a lesson to be learned here...probably several lessons. It's time to limit the accusations and the finger pointing. It's time to really engage and listen.
Somehow though I think this is too much to ask. I hope I'm proven wrong.
Ciao.
Paula Deen. Yeah, yeah, I know. The media has been going haywire over this story since it broke on Friday and frankly, I've never seen Paula Deen's cooking shows or been to any of her restaurants or made a single one of her recipes. On the surface of things, I really don't care. But I suppose this whole hoopla raises a series of interesting issues. Obviously race in America is still very much a hot button topic. The "n-word" is dreadful. It should be barred from the English lexicon. What I find so interesting though is that Ms. Deen is receiving support from some of the African American community who seem to accept her apologies on the basis that Ms. Deen grew up in a different, less enlightened, time, that she has publicly apologized for having said the "n-word", and that this does not necessarily brand her as racist.
It brings to mind a thoughtful conversation I had this week over dinner with an author friend of mind in town from Birmingham, Alabama. I mentioned to him that whenever I've been in the South -- albeit limited to the wealthier suburbs of Atlanta -- I've always been struck by the sense that there is a greater 'integration' down there between whites and African Americans. There's a looser kind of camaraderie between the races, at least within the circles among which I've traveled, than exists here in Chicago, which to me is very much a Northern city.
He explained that because--especially in Birmingham which was and is the epicenter of the Civil Rights Movement--integration was and is so heavily enforced, the barriers between whites and blacks just, at least on the surface, fade away. Here in Chicago, there's still a noticeable division between the "black neighborhoods" (the South and West sides) and the "white neighborhoods" (downtown, The Gold Coast, Lincoln Park, and the North Side) that the city has been branded one of the most segregated in the United States.
Chicago's seemingly endemic gun violence that tops international headlines is pretty much relegated to African American neighborhoods on the South and West sides. I live in the West Loop. My parents live in Lincoln Park. I work in River North. I exist pretty much in a white bubble. But it's only nine minutes on the expressway from my house to West Garfield Park, one of the most underprivileged and violent neighborhoods in Chicago. Over the span of about a year I spent at least part of every week day student teaching and then tutoring African American high school students in an at-risk public school. At first I didn't know how I was going to cope. The prospect terrified me. Blond-haired and blue-eyed, I'm about as white as they come. How was I ever going to get four classes of inner-city African American high school seniors interested in British Literature, let alone take me seriously?
But you know what? Somehow, it happened. I fell in love with those kids. I saw a whole side of life that I'd previously been sheltered from. Not a single one of them had been unaffected by some major trauma in their young lives -- the shooting deaths of friends and relatives, teenage pregnancy, broken families, homelessness, and/or a combination of all of the above. I listened to them. And while I couldn't necessarily relate, I empathized. I gave them a voice. I told them about my own experiences and I found a way to relate 19th century British literature to these kids. Behind the swagger and the tough-guy/girl veneer, most of them just wanted someone to listen to them, to talk to them, to give them a positive role model. They accepted me and I accepted them.
It's been more than a year since I last stepped foot in those classrooms. I've given up on teaching because, at least in the public schools here in Chicago, the system is run by petty and bureaucratic administrators who can't look past race and only care about preserving the status quo. But I think about those kids often and I'd like to think I made a difference -- however small -- in at least one of their lives, because they certainly made a difference on mine.
In getting back to Paula Deen....is she or isn't she a racist? Should she or shouldn't she have been fired by the Food Network? It's not for me to say. The only thing I will say is that we are all guilty -- whites, blacks, whatever -- on some level of using race as a barrier and an excuse for failing to see that beneath the color of our skin, we are all human. We all have the same desires, the same fears, the same hopes, the same longing for validation. This is what the media should be exploring. There's certainly a lesson to be learned here...probably several lessons. It's time to limit the accusations and the finger pointing. It's time to really engage and listen.
Somehow though I think this is too much to ask. I hope I'm proven wrong.
Ciao.
Sunday, June 16, 2013
6.16.13: My Top 5 for the Week
Hi everyone!
Here's my Top 5 list for this week. Enjoy!
1) Emad Burnat's incredibly moving documentary "Five Broken Cameras". This film was nominated for a 2013 Academy Award for Best Documentary Feature. It is extraordinary. Over the span of five years -- 2005-2010 -- Mr. Burnat used 5 videocameras to document his West Bank village Bil'in's weekly protests against Israeli settlement expansion. Each camera was destroyed by an Israeli soldier (bullet, tear gas canister, fist) but Mr. Burnat found another camera and continued to film. Unlike anything I've ever seen or read about the Palestinian protest movement, this film humanizes the conflict and distills it into everyday experience that anyone can appreciate if not relate to. What results is an incredible narrative of one man's/one village's fight for freedom, dignity, and survival. "Five Broken Cameras" is a tragic and visceral film but what emerges most is Mr. Burnat's inspiring resilience in the face of seemingly insurmountable obstacles. For anyone who follows and/or cares about what's going on in the Middle East, this film should be required viewing. For more information please click onto Mr. Burnat's website www.emadburnet.com.
2) And while we're on the subject of documentaries, Jeremy Scahill's just released in theaters and On Demand film "Dirty Wars" is another of my top picks for the week. I wrote about it at length the other day so I'll keep my commentary brief. "Dirty Wars" follows Mr. Scahill's journey to Afghanistan, Yemen, and Somalia to understand and document the covert underbelly of the US War on Terror. The film is riveting for the questions it asks and the footage it shows and Mr. Scahill, a journalist for The Nation, is an expert and compelling tour guide.
3) From the sublime to the slightly ridiculous, I just finished the last two of episodes of "Game of Thrones" Season Three. As a big (but rather critical) fan of George RR Martin's novels upon which the series remains impressively faithful, I found this season suffered from the same fundamental defect of its source material. We're getting to a point where there are simply too many characters and too much plot that the storytelling is getting too spread out and the pacing somewhat cumbersome. However...the infamous Blood Wedding sequence that closed out Episode Nine was as shocking and defining as it was in the book. And the final scene of Season Three with Daenarys Targarian (Khaleesi) being lifted into the collective arms of the liberated slaves of Junkai is one of the all-time great Game of Thrones moments, right up there with the Season One finale when Daenarys emerges naked from the ashes with the baby dragons. It is so ridiculous you have to laugh but at the same time so deliciously audacious. Other Season Three highlights: any and all of Arya (Maisie Williams) Stark's scenes. This little girl is a fantastic actress who seems to be really growing into the role; Peter Dinklage's Tyrion Lannister. We didn't get much of him this season but Mr. Dinklage's ironic line readings especially in response to his nephew, mad king Joffrey, are priceless. Best line of the season, also from the final episode: "Killed a few puppies today?"; Lena Headey's ice queen Cersei continues to steal every scene she's in as does her on-screen brother, Jamie (Nikolaj Coster-Waldau) Lannister. As despicable as Jamie is, Mr. Coster-Waldau manages to bring out a strange kind of humanity in the guy that has you kind of cheering for him despite all his rather egregious nastiness. Since I know what's coming, having read the novels, Season 4 should be epic.
4) Philipp Meyers' novel "The Son". If you're a fan of Cormac McCarthy or "Lonesome Dove", you gotta read this novel. I'm about halfway through so I can't give a complete review, but I will say this will most assuredly be one of my top fiction picks for 2013. Three generations of one great Texas ranch family set in 1850, 1917, 1945, and 2012. Meyers's prose is understated, assured, and driven, a hybrid of "Little Big Man" and "Giant" but wholly original. It just hit the New York Times Hardcover Bestseller List at Number 10 and I can guarantee it'll be one of the most talked-about books of the summer if not of 2013.
5) The roofdeck bar of Trump's Sixteen in Chicago's Trump Tower: some of the best views in Chicago (if not some of the most expensive drinks!) I know it's summer in Chicago when the roof deck is open. Sure, the place is a bit overpriced but it's so perfect that you almost forgive the trumped-up price. And the Wagyu beef sliders ain't bad either. Enjoy!
Here's my Top 5 list for this week. Enjoy!
1) Emad Burnat's incredibly moving documentary "Five Broken Cameras". This film was nominated for a 2013 Academy Award for Best Documentary Feature. It is extraordinary. Over the span of five years -- 2005-2010 -- Mr. Burnat used 5 videocameras to document his West Bank village Bil'in's weekly protests against Israeli settlement expansion. Each camera was destroyed by an Israeli soldier (bullet, tear gas canister, fist) but Mr. Burnat found another camera and continued to film. Unlike anything I've ever seen or read about the Palestinian protest movement, this film humanizes the conflict and distills it into everyday experience that anyone can appreciate if not relate to. What results is an incredible narrative of one man's/one village's fight for freedom, dignity, and survival. "Five Broken Cameras" is a tragic and visceral film but what emerges most is Mr. Burnat's inspiring resilience in the face of seemingly insurmountable obstacles. For anyone who follows and/or cares about what's going on in the Middle East, this film should be required viewing. For more information please click onto Mr. Burnat's website www.emadburnet.com.
2) And while we're on the subject of documentaries, Jeremy Scahill's just released in theaters and On Demand film "Dirty Wars" is another of my top picks for the week. I wrote about it at length the other day so I'll keep my commentary brief. "Dirty Wars" follows Mr. Scahill's journey to Afghanistan, Yemen, and Somalia to understand and document the covert underbelly of the US War on Terror. The film is riveting for the questions it asks and the footage it shows and Mr. Scahill, a journalist for The Nation, is an expert and compelling tour guide.
3) From the sublime to the slightly ridiculous, I just finished the last two of episodes of "Game of Thrones" Season Three. As a big (but rather critical) fan of George RR Martin's novels upon which the series remains impressively faithful, I found this season suffered from the same fundamental defect of its source material. We're getting to a point where there are simply too many characters and too much plot that the storytelling is getting too spread out and the pacing somewhat cumbersome. However...the infamous Blood Wedding sequence that closed out Episode Nine was as shocking and defining as it was in the book. And the final scene of Season Three with Daenarys Targarian (Khaleesi) being lifted into the collective arms of the liberated slaves of Junkai is one of the all-time great Game of Thrones moments, right up there with the Season One finale when Daenarys emerges naked from the ashes with the baby dragons. It is so ridiculous you have to laugh but at the same time so deliciously audacious. Other Season Three highlights: any and all of Arya (Maisie Williams) Stark's scenes. This little girl is a fantastic actress who seems to be really growing into the role; Peter Dinklage's Tyrion Lannister. We didn't get much of him this season but Mr. Dinklage's ironic line readings especially in response to his nephew, mad king Joffrey, are priceless. Best line of the season, also from the final episode: "Killed a few puppies today?"; Lena Headey's ice queen Cersei continues to steal every scene she's in as does her on-screen brother, Jamie (Nikolaj Coster-Waldau) Lannister. As despicable as Jamie is, Mr. Coster-Waldau manages to bring out a strange kind of humanity in the guy that has you kind of cheering for him despite all his rather egregious nastiness. Since I know what's coming, having read the novels, Season 4 should be epic.
4) Philipp Meyers' novel "The Son". If you're a fan of Cormac McCarthy or "Lonesome Dove", you gotta read this novel. I'm about halfway through so I can't give a complete review, but I will say this will most assuredly be one of my top fiction picks for 2013. Three generations of one great Texas ranch family set in 1850, 1917, 1945, and 2012. Meyers's prose is understated, assured, and driven, a hybrid of "Little Big Man" and "Giant" but wholly original. It just hit the New York Times Hardcover Bestseller List at Number 10 and I can guarantee it'll be one of the most talked-about books of the summer if not of 2013.
5) The roofdeck bar of Trump's Sixteen in Chicago's Trump Tower: some of the best views in Chicago (if not some of the most expensive drinks!) I know it's summer in Chicago when the roof deck is open. Sure, the place is a bit overpriced but it's so perfect that you almost forgive the trumped-up price. And the Wagyu beef sliders ain't bad either. Enjoy!
Friday, June 14, 2013
Free Speech in the Era of Pussy Riot, Wikileaks, and Drone Warfare
Hello everyone!
Today I want to tell you about 3 very important documentaries I had the pleasure of seeing this week. I'd originally only planned to write about two -- HBO's "Pussy Riot: A Punk Prayer" and the Jemima Khan produced Wikipedia film "We Steal Secrets"--reflecting on the right of free speech and freedom of information in today's society, but then this evening I watched Jeremy Scahill's equally thought provoking film "Dirty Wars"about US JSOC covert killings and drone attacks in Afghanistan and Yemen, and knew I had to include it in today's post. All three do a good job of giving us an in-the-trenches perspective that takes us behind the scenes of the news we read about every day.
"Pussy Riot: A Punk Prayer" provides fascinating footage from inside the Moscow courtroom in August 2012 where three members of the punk protest group Pussy Riot were accused of blasphemy and essentially charged with being enemies of the Russian state, aka President Putin. Two are currently serving out their 2-year sentences in a labor camp while the third was released on appeal. The film sheds light on the origins of Pussy Riot as part of the burgeoning protest movement against Putin's re-election. It also shows--rather compellingly--the Russian legal system in action -- or inaction, as the whole proceeding is clearly trumped-up and rigged from the start. The problem I have however with the film, despite it's obviously noble intent, is that the women themselves are not particularly sympathetic. And while I certainly do not support the charges against them or the harshness of their subsequent punishment, what I didn't get from the film was any sort of context of what led these women to form the band in the first place. We never really get to know these women as anything more than symbols of injustice and repression. The film works in shedding light on the trial and Pussy Riot's past performances -- including the infamous Cathedral stunt -- but I never once found myself really sympathizing with them as individuals. I was certainly appalled by the trial, which clearly demonstrated that Russia under Putin is sliding dangerously back to an almost Stalinist state. Perhaps this alone was the filmmaker's intent? And if so, the film does a good job of showing how individual rights and freedoms are being blatantly abused. But beyond that, I was left wanting more.
Which brings me to "We Steal Secrets". I must confess I've always found Julian Assange to be rather distasteful. In all the articles I've read about him and the press footage I've seen, there's a remoteness and an arrogance about him that renders him a bit of a cipher, and therefore it's difficult for me to --again -- really get behind him. I do think this film does a better job than "Pussy Riot" of providing a broader, more detailed context for the story it tells. We receive an overview of Wikileaks, the extent of the information leaked to it by Bradley Manning, and a somewhat interesting character study of Mr. Assange himself. I also appreciated the fact that the filmmakers are balanced in their presentation. This isn't the love story to Julian Assange that I feared it might be. Comprised mainly of interviews with Assange and his former Wikileaks team, what we see is a man rather strangely remote from the world around him, whose convictions about the necessity for total disclosure of wartime secrets is driven less from a passionate belief in justice and more from a rather self-serving motivation to say "fuck you" to organized government and international security as a means of perpetuating his own celebrity. Regardless of the right or wrongfulness of his actions, at least as he is depicted in this film, there is nothing in the least heroic about Julian Assange. If anything, I find my sympathy goes to Bradley Manning, who is portrayed here as being a rather lost, desperate, and desperately sad young man, battling with his sexuality in a homophobic environment who is disgusted by what he witnesses in Afghanistan and feels he needs to somehow communicate what he's seen. His decision to divulge these secrets is presented as almost a form of psychiatric therapy. Ultimately, the filmmakers make the wise choice of leaving it up to the viewer to decide where they stand. The facts are presented and we are left to question our own beliefs. I appreciate this film because I feel I've gained some insight behind the headlines and I feel better informed from a contextual standpoint as I follow the latest NSA data-mining scandal and the evolving story of Edward Snowden.
And finally, we come to The Nation reporter Jeremy Scahill's film "Dirty Wars", a companion to the same-titled book published earlier this year. The film traces Mr. Scahill's investigation of a covered-up massacre by US troops in Gardez Afghanistan of three women (two of them pregnant) and a man who served as a police commissioner trained by US forces. Scahill's investigation leads him from Gardez where he interviews Afghani villagers who provide eyewitness accounts of the massacre (and harrowing cell phone video of the aftermath) to Yemen, where he interviews the father and grandmother of Anwar al-Awlaki, the US citizen and radical cleric who was killed in 2011 by a targeted drone attack, as part of a broader discussion about the Obama administration's increasing reliance on drone warfare and targeted assassinations of suspected al-Qaeda operatives in the Middle East and elsewhere. Of the three films, I feel "Dirty Wars" is probably the most successful. While some might criticize Mr. Scahill for putting himself front and center of the camera -- there's never really any doubt that this film is as much about Scahill as it is about the covert JSOC (Joint Special Operations Command) activities he investigates -- I enjoyed his perspective. He's an engaging presence and I felt I was experiencing the horrors he uncovers through his eyes. There's a humanist quality to this film that I feel is lacking in "Pussy Riot" and "We Steal Secrets", both of which are rather dry and formal in their presentation.
"Dirty Wars" does an effective job of showing the difficulties journalists face when trying to delve beyond government-approved news bytes. And as such it is the more provocative of the three. We actually see Mr. Scahill being stonewalled by the US government in his attempts to uncover the truth about what happened in Gardez and we witness how certain personalities within the media openly ridicule and vilify his efforts to bring certain truths to light. These clips demonstrate better than anything in "We Steal Secrets" how there is definitely a conscious suppression of free speech in the United States and how the War on Terror is used just as much by the Obama administration (if not more so) than by Bush as a cover-all for unethical and unconstitutional activity in our wars overseas.
I commend all three films for their bravery and honesty. Collectively they present an effective portrayal of the uncertainty of the times we live in especially in regard to freedom of information and free speech.
"Pussy Riot: A Punk Prayer" is currently airing on HBO and HBO On Demand; "We Kill Secrets" and "Dirty Wars" are playing in limited release but are both available through Comcast On Demand.
Today I want to tell you about 3 very important documentaries I had the pleasure of seeing this week. I'd originally only planned to write about two -- HBO's "Pussy Riot: A Punk Prayer" and the Jemima Khan produced Wikipedia film "We Steal Secrets"--reflecting on the right of free speech and freedom of information in today's society, but then this evening I watched Jeremy Scahill's equally thought provoking film "Dirty Wars"about US JSOC covert killings and drone attacks in Afghanistan and Yemen, and knew I had to include it in today's post. All three do a good job of giving us an in-the-trenches perspective that takes us behind the scenes of the news we read about every day.
"Pussy Riot: A Punk Prayer" provides fascinating footage from inside the Moscow courtroom in August 2012 where three members of the punk protest group Pussy Riot were accused of blasphemy and essentially charged with being enemies of the Russian state, aka President Putin. Two are currently serving out their 2-year sentences in a labor camp while the third was released on appeal. The film sheds light on the origins of Pussy Riot as part of the burgeoning protest movement against Putin's re-election. It also shows--rather compellingly--the Russian legal system in action -- or inaction, as the whole proceeding is clearly trumped-up and rigged from the start. The problem I have however with the film, despite it's obviously noble intent, is that the women themselves are not particularly sympathetic. And while I certainly do not support the charges against them or the harshness of their subsequent punishment, what I didn't get from the film was any sort of context of what led these women to form the band in the first place. We never really get to know these women as anything more than symbols of injustice and repression. The film works in shedding light on the trial and Pussy Riot's past performances -- including the infamous Cathedral stunt -- but I never once found myself really sympathizing with them as individuals. I was certainly appalled by the trial, which clearly demonstrated that Russia under Putin is sliding dangerously back to an almost Stalinist state. Perhaps this alone was the filmmaker's intent? And if so, the film does a good job of showing how individual rights and freedoms are being blatantly abused. But beyond that, I was left wanting more.
Which brings me to "We Steal Secrets". I must confess I've always found Julian Assange to be rather distasteful. In all the articles I've read about him and the press footage I've seen, there's a remoteness and an arrogance about him that renders him a bit of a cipher, and therefore it's difficult for me to --again -- really get behind him. I do think this film does a better job than "Pussy Riot" of providing a broader, more detailed context for the story it tells. We receive an overview of Wikileaks, the extent of the information leaked to it by Bradley Manning, and a somewhat interesting character study of Mr. Assange himself. I also appreciated the fact that the filmmakers are balanced in their presentation. This isn't the love story to Julian Assange that I feared it might be. Comprised mainly of interviews with Assange and his former Wikileaks team, what we see is a man rather strangely remote from the world around him, whose convictions about the necessity for total disclosure of wartime secrets is driven less from a passionate belief in justice and more from a rather self-serving motivation to say "fuck you" to organized government and international security as a means of perpetuating his own celebrity. Regardless of the right or wrongfulness of his actions, at least as he is depicted in this film, there is nothing in the least heroic about Julian Assange. If anything, I find my sympathy goes to Bradley Manning, who is portrayed here as being a rather lost, desperate, and desperately sad young man, battling with his sexuality in a homophobic environment who is disgusted by what he witnesses in Afghanistan and feels he needs to somehow communicate what he's seen. His decision to divulge these secrets is presented as almost a form of psychiatric therapy. Ultimately, the filmmakers make the wise choice of leaving it up to the viewer to decide where they stand. The facts are presented and we are left to question our own beliefs. I appreciate this film because I feel I've gained some insight behind the headlines and I feel better informed from a contextual standpoint as I follow the latest NSA data-mining scandal and the evolving story of Edward Snowden.
And finally, we come to The Nation reporter Jeremy Scahill's film "Dirty Wars", a companion to the same-titled book published earlier this year. The film traces Mr. Scahill's investigation of a covered-up massacre by US troops in Gardez Afghanistan of three women (two of them pregnant) and a man who served as a police commissioner trained by US forces. Scahill's investigation leads him from Gardez where he interviews Afghani villagers who provide eyewitness accounts of the massacre (and harrowing cell phone video of the aftermath) to Yemen, where he interviews the father and grandmother of Anwar al-Awlaki, the US citizen and radical cleric who was killed in 2011 by a targeted drone attack, as part of a broader discussion about the Obama administration's increasing reliance on drone warfare and targeted assassinations of suspected al-Qaeda operatives in the Middle East and elsewhere. Of the three films, I feel "Dirty Wars" is probably the most successful. While some might criticize Mr. Scahill for putting himself front and center of the camera -- there's never really any doubt that this film is as much about Scahill as it is about the covert JSOC (Joint Special Operations Command) activities he investigates -- I enjoyed his perspective. He's an engaging presence and I felt I was experiencing the horrors he uncovers through his eyes. There's a humanist quality to this film that I feel is lacking in "Pussy Riot" and "We Steal Secrets", both of which are rather dry and formal in their presentation.
"Dirty Wars" does an effective job of showing the difficulties journalists face when trying to delve beyond government-approved news bytes. And as such it is the more provocative of the three. We actually see Mr. Scahill being stonewalled by the US government in his attempts to uncover the truth about what happened in Gardez and we witness how certain personalities within the media openly ridicule and vilify his efforts to bring certain truths to light. These clips demonstrate better than anything in "We Steal Secrets" how there is definitely a conscious suppression of free speech in the United States and how the War on Terror is used just as much by the Obama administration (if not more so) than by Bush as a cover-all for unethical and unconstitutional activity in our wars overseas.
I commend all three films for their bravery and honesty. Collectively they present an effective portrayal of the uncertainty of the times we live in especially in regard to freedom of information and free speech.
"Pussy Riot: A Punk Prayer" is currently airing on HBO and HBO On Demand; "We Kill Secrets" and "Dirty Wars" are playing in limited release but are both available through Comcast On Demand.
Sunday, June 9, 2013
The Return: 5 Things I Am Obsessed About This Week
Hello everyone!
I'm back. I know I haven't posted since January which sucks for my blog following. But I am happy to say I have returned -- if in a slightly different format -- and will be sharing my thoughts with you twice a week on everything from culture and politics to trivia and world events. It's been a busy year...
So to kick things off: here are the 5 Things I Am Obsessed About This Week (in no particular order)--
1) David Hyde Pierce's epic monologue-rant halfway through the second act of Christopher Durang's new Tony-nominated play "Vanya and Sonia and Masha and Spike". I had the pleasure of seeing Durang's latest on Broadway last weekend. And while I found the play uneven overall -- I thought it tried too hard to be funny -- Mr. Hyde Pierce's character's (Vanya's) breakdown over the lack of respect shown by the younger generation, social media, texting, Tweeting, and basically everything that's wrong with the world in 2013, was riveting, hilarious, and oh so prescient. It was a show-stopper in the true sense of the word and the audience -- myself included -- lapped up every minute of it. Does the play -- which is favored to win the Tony for Best Play tonight -- deserve all its acclaim? Probably not. But David Hyde Pierce and his co-star Kristine Nielsen deserve any and all awards they have been nominated for.
2) "Pippin". Diane Paulus's much Tony-nominated revival of the Stephen Schwartz/Bob Fosse musical is truly a feast for the eyes and ears. The acrobatic stunts are jaw-dropping and the cast (Andrea Martin and Patina Miller in particular) is a delight. The second act drags and I felt somewhat loses its direction, but the overall production is spot-on. And yes, Ms. Martin's rousing sing-along rendition of "No Time At All" is definitely worthy of a Tony Award tonight for Best Featured Actress in a Musical. It has been a long while since a Broadway musical transported me the way this production of "Pippin" did. If you're in New York, go see it.
3) "Capital" by John Lanchester. I just finished reading Lanchester's much-praised 2012 novel chronicling the lives of the fictional residents of London's Pepys Road who find themselves united by the 2008 financial collapse and the receipt of a strange series of postcards and blog postings proclaiming We Want What You Have. The storytelling is epic in its intimacy and very, very funny. It is also a somewhat provocative portrayal of our lives in the second decade of the 21st century. And while the ending works in its way, I did find the "Big Reveal" a little underwhelming. Still, this is a thoughtful and wonderful novel about a cross-section of the population of one of the world's greatest cities.
4) Diaghilev and the Ballet Russes exhibition at the National Gallery in Washington D.C. A fascinating overview, originally produced by London's Victoria and Albert Museum, of the life and creative genius of Serge Diaghilev, one of the great theatrical impresarios of the 20th century. Diaghilev's collaborations with the likes of Stravinsky, Nijinsky, Leon Bakst, and Picasso (among others) are legendary even a hundred years later. This comprehensive exhibition tells Diaghilev's story through a variety of media (costumes, set designs, video footage, etc) while successfully placing it within the historical context of its time. I'm in the midst of reading the beautifully-rendered exhibition catalog and am in the process of revisiting some of the revolutionary ballet scores produced under Diaghilev's reign at the helm of the Ballet Russes -- Stravinsky's "Rite of Spring," "Petruschka", and "The Firebird" among them. You don't have to love ballet to enjoy and appreciate this extraordinary exhibition. It just opened and runs through September.
5) Pigalle. I dined at this gem of a French bistro on 8th and 48th in New York for the second time last weekend before seeing "Pippin". My steak au poivre was everything a steak au poivre should be and the profiteroles transported me back to Paris where I'd just been a few weeks before. The atmosphere is buzzy but not overly loud. The service is prompt, polite, and unassuming. The dining room itself is bright and convincingly Gallic. All of this added up to a perfectly enjoyable pre-theatre meal without the pretension that I feel accompanies all too many of the so-called "great" restaurants today. I look forward to my next visit.
Ciao!
I'm back. I know I haven't posted since January which sucks for my blog following. But I am happy to say I have returned -- if in a slightly different format -- and will be sharing my thoughts with you twice a week on everything from culture and politics to trivia and world events. It's been a busy year...
So to kick things off: here are the 5 Things I Am Obsessed About This Week (in no particular order)--
1) David Hyde Pierce's epic monologue-rant halfway through the second act of Christopher Durang's new Tony-nominated play "Vanya and Sonia and Masha and Spike". I had the pleasure of seeing Durang's latest on Broadway last weekend. And while I found the play uneven overall -- I thought it tried too hard to be funny -- Mr. Hyde Pierce's character's (Vanya's) breakdown over the lack of respect shown by the younger generation, social media, texting, Tweeting, and basically everything that's wrong with the world in 2013, was riveting, hilarious, and oh so prescient. It was a show-stopper in the true sense of the word and the audience -- myself included -- lapped up every minute of it. Does the play -- which is favored to win the Tony for Best Play tonight -- deserve all its acclaim? Probably not. But David Hyde Pierce and his co-star Kristine Nielsen deserve any and all awards they have been nominated for.
2) "Pippin". Diane Paulus's much Tony-nominated revival of the Stephen Schwartz/Bob Fosse musical is truly a feast for the eyes and ears. The acrobatic stunts are jaw-dropping and the cast (Andrea Martin and Patina Miller in particular) is a delight. The second act drags and I felt somewhat loses its direction, but the overall production is spot-on. And yes, Ms. Martin's rousing sing-along rendition of "No Time At All" is definitely worthy of a Tony Award tonight for Best Featured Actress in a Musical. It has been a long while since a Broadway musical transported me the way this production of "Pippin" did. If you're in New York, go see it.
3) "Capital" by John Lanchester. I just finished reading Lanchester's much-praised 2012 novel chronicling the lives of the fictional residents of London's Pepys Road who find themselves united by the 2008 financial collapse and the receipt of a strange series of postcards and blog postings proclaiming We Want What You Have. The storytelling is epic in its intimacy and very, very funny. It is also a somewhat provocative portrayal of our lives in the second decade of the 21st century. And while the ending works in its way, I did find the "Big Reveal" a little underwhelming. Still, this is a thoughtful and wonderful novel about a cross-section of the population of one of the world's greatest cities.
4) Diaghilev and the Ballet Russes exhibition at the National Gallery in Washington D.C. A fascinating overview, originally produced by London's Victoria and Albert Museum, of the life and creative genius of Serge Diaghilev, one of the great theatrical impresarios of the 20th century. Diaghilev's collaborations with the likes of Stravinsky, Nijinsky, Leon Bakst, and Picasso (among others) are legendary even a hundred years later. This comprehensive exhibition tells Diaghilev's story through a variety of media (costumes, set designs, video footage, etc) while successfully placing it within the historical context of its time. I'm in the midst of reading the beautifully-rendered exhibition catalog and am in the process of revisiting some of the revolutionary ballet scores produced under Diaghilev's reign at the helm of the Ballet Russes -- Stravinsky's "Rite of Spring," "Petruschka", and "The Firebird" among them. You don't have to love ballet to enjoy and appreciate this extraordinary exhibition. It just opened and runs through September.
5) Pigalle. I dined at this gem of a French bistro on 8th and 48th in New York for the second time last weekend before seeing "Pippin". My steak au poivre was everything a steak au poivre should be and the profiteroles transported me back to Paris where I'd just been a few weeks before. The atmosphere is buzzy but not overly loud. The service is prompt, polite, and unassuming. The dining room itself is bright and convincingly Gallic. All of this added up to a perfectly enjoyable pre-theatre meal without the pretension that I feel accompanies all too many of the so-called "great" restaurants today. I look forward to my next visit.
Ciao!
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