Friday, August 21, 2020

On The Road With Al and Ivy: A Literary Homeless Chronicle - August 2020



Just as many writers about 1930 had discovered that you cannot really be detached from contemporary events, so many writers about 1939 were discovering that you cannot really sacrifice your intellectual integrity for the sake of a political creed — or at least you cannot do so and remain a writer. 

- George Orwell (The Frontiers Of Art and Propaganda)

"...the Indian lovers, like the Indian haters, were satisfied with their own image of the red man".

- Stephen E. Ambrose (Crazy Horse and Custer: The Parallel Lives Of Two American Warriors)

Childhood is described as a time of innocence, but kids often spend it lying, cheating, stealing and inflicting pain on each other; while parents try their best to contain such impulses, at least until adulthood where there's a time and place for everything. 

It's a time for learning your place in the world. Look at any children's toy section and it's obvious that sexual roles are defined early on, and as our perception of the world becomes more acute, we realize that the adult world seems to teach ideals and symbols but not reality. Living happily ever after in a big castle beccomes, in the real world, women doing the cooking on Super Bowl Sunday, and men getting to fart anytime they want (which is oversimplifying for the sake of pacing, but within the minimum standard for truth on the Internet).

A child's greatest tools to cope with the world, curiosity and imagination, are all too often treated as transitional phases to enjoy, then discard to assume the adult mantles of responsibility, conformity, and money grubbing. Luckily, the grown up world also teaches ambiguity and hypocrisy to help those who wish to customize the ratio of sin to virtue.

If childhood curiosity survives into the adulthood, it becomes a search for truth, and any subsequent disillusionment is really just a temporary phase in the process of discovery. The study of history is the passion that guides my life's journey, from the shiny symbols of childhood to real life.

It's not easy for a child to realize that there's a past, so we have to accept adult explanations about it. We don't realize that it's all filtered by adults deciding on what's suitable for young minds. They avoid exposing us to violent or erotic content (except in video games and cable TV), or explaining which political party is associated with Satan. Such matters are considered too advanced, and thus instead we're taught about dinosaurs; a subject that's politically neutral and doesn't need to be taught with any accuracy.

...Saturday matinee...

I loved the prehistoric beasts, but my real passion was Saturday afternoon TV matinees; a portal that led to a world full of muscular heroes like Hercules, beautiful women who were so much nicer than my second grade teacher, and coolest of all, men in colorful uniforms and armor who got to carry swords and fight monsters without getting scolded.

That's really as far as it went until I could at least read a comic book, which by fate was the old Classics Illustrated series. The main one was Caesar's Gallic Campaign, which transitioned my love of history into the world of literature, albeit with a lot of pictures and very little text.

The first inspirational book was Church's version of Homer for children. I checked it out constantly from the school library to the point where the librarian would hide it to make sure others could enjoy it. However, once she realized that I was the only kid who read it, it was kept available at all times.

I didn't check it out so often because the book was so good, but that at first I couldn't understand it. It was above my reading level at the time. It was a process of enjoying the illustrations at first, then gradually being able to read it later. I realized at the time that illiteracy was keeping the door to this wonderful world locked, so improving my reading skills became a priority. I was eventually able to read three or four grades above my level, and could have cared less about it (as an achievement) except for the fact that it finally made old historical classics available to me.



...the outline of history...

The book that ignited the passion for formal history was H.G. Well's "Outline Of History," which I read several times. It was the launching point for deeper explorations with other books, a panoramic view of history that was a perfect primer.

Formal history classes are like Sunday school or political rallies; lots of data that has to be taken at face value, or there's penalties, both officially or by peer pressure. It's hard to imagine doing it any other way, of course, as the biggest historical truth of all, that most of the facts are in dispute or subject to interpretation would make such a nuanced look impossible to teach to kids who still think dinosaurs talk. Finding out such tidbits that George Washington wasn't a saint was best left for later levels of education that have looser grading standards and beer pong.

Like most normal kids, I got through history class by putting down the correct answers on the tests even if I thought or knew different, and did the serious study offline. In defense of schools, it can't be easy to teach history in this loosey goosey era. Back in the 60s, we were taught to only trust "written sources," which were mainly encyclopedias and text books, but that axiom has become ambiguous with the advent of the Internet and the wide range of media now available.

It can make history seem like it has no real truths, as so much of it is in dispute, but that's actually the beauty of the subject. It isn't solely concerned with facts, but about process. The axiom that "those who don't know history are doomed to repeat it" is only partly true. 

Those who don't know the process, that is to say, how history is created will often end up being manipulated. In other words, for those who treat history as some sort of gospel, one lie can be substituted for another, opinion or interpretation treated as fact, or data can be cherry picked and assembled into a biased or simplistic view. 

...a thumbs up digression...

One famous historical stereotype has some sundry Roman Emperor standing before "the mob" at a gladiatorial show, who raises his thumb (sideways)  to let the howling lowlifes decide if a defeated gladiator will be finished off or not. There's levels of nuance regarding power there, but also about how perception can color a historical event.

The mob is often depicted as a shiftless, indigent group dependent on the dole, which was partially true but much of the crowd at these popular entertainments were the employed and mercantile class that lazier historians (and certainly Hollywood) lump into that one image called the mob.

The moment when the Emperor raises his hand to let the crowd decide, the thumbs up or down was in effect, a momentary transference of absolute power to the audience who seemingly relished the opportunity to wield what is still considered, consciously or unconsciously, an ultimate prerogative of controlling the life and death of another.

In other words, when the hand went up, the crowd got a taste of being top dog and accepted that it was the Emperor's power to wield as he pleased. The people who cheered for thumbs up (the actual signal for death) or down didn't worry about acting like savages but were awed or filled with envy for a guy who was above the laws they were bound by. It wasn't just mob rule or appeasement, but a ritual that confirmed the Emperor's power.

...going to the movies...

It also goes without saying that the victorious gladiator was viewed as a rock star, both by the crowd then, and by modern warrior jocks.

The 2000 movie "Gladiator" reinforced the mob stereotype, but also inserted the more modern image of the gladiator as rock star, banding together with other bad asses like a pro football team to fight against the system and the Reaper of Death. A sweaty tonic for these snowflake times indeed! 

Movies from the classic period of the 50s and 60s had a more realistic view.

In the classic 60s movie, Spartacus, there's a telling scene when four of the gladiator trainees are picked to engage in pairs for the amusement of a party of Roman nobles. It shows them being fearful, and reluctant to even look at each other. When the first pair fight to the death, the winner, played by John Ireland, comes back into the pen and his face shows a very human reaction to having survived.

Ireland's face shows shock, guilt, exhaustion, fear, relief that he's still alive, and most of all, the crushing realization that his life is worth very little, that survival merely means a temporary continuation of the short, brutal life he's trapped in. It's true that a sociopath or psychotic would have done an end zone dance to celebrate the victory, but that's not how average men would react if they had to kill another man to survive.

There's another important, and historical difference between the two movie scenes; the earlier one was written by and acted in by people who'd lived through World War Two and the Korean War. They knew that death wasn't glorious, and that the loud talking warrior types were generally ones who hadn't seen combat. Prewar and postwar art and literature always differ in tone, going from light to dark.

...attitudes...

Such interactions don't have to be about life or death. In a more peaceful era, an all or nothing struggle can be about a goal or career. Audiences cheer or root against contestants in TV talent competitions, watching the defeated's anguish with fascination, jeering the untalented, and assuming the process produces an affirmation of time honored virtues; a game with winners and losers who will be then given the appropriate labels and judgements.

People often view winning and losing as a destiny, and the road up or down labeled with subjective moral attitudes. A good example is a drug addict whose life degenerates into homelessness. Ask a dozen people why, and you get a dozen different answers blaming it on anything from stupidity to sinfulness. None of those judgements will help a homeless person if it's imposed by another, any more than it would for anyone in the "respectable" world. People don't like having simplistic labels stuck to their foreheads. 

That's an important nuance. Many (but not all) of the homeless I met reacted in different ways to their life because of some moral judgement they were tagged with. Some were clearly depressed, afraid, and felt that it was a hopeless situation because they were told they were losers who "chose that life"  or "deserved it" by those they looked up to or thought loved them.

The effect of imposing labels is more obvious than people think. For example, men who become indignant at the concept of "white privilege" or "sexism" rarely see the irony when minorities or women chafe at the stereotypes applied to them. Any assumption of fault, or inferiority that's imposed on any group will act to keep them down.

...redemption...

An assumption of potential redemption and good in those homeless seems to do wonders with those lucky enough to be helped by an agency or group. The problem, as I saw it, in my fourteen months (and five different locations), was that there were more assumptions of fault and punishment floating around than helping hands. So many saw themselves as losers, which is dangerous as it can lead to apathy and acceptance.

Homelessness is a relevant example, as these modern attitudes or labels can become part of the "facts of a subject," such as the homeless all being drug users or fallen women. It becomes repeated often enough that people trying to understand the subject will use such assumptions as a starting point to their own research.

That, in a nutshell, is the genesis of a lot of "history." Attitudes that past nobility and privileged classes had, like the poor being a wretched lot that deserve no better, can creep along and find its way into the mores of the modern day. Otherwise enlightened folk who, for example, rationalize gentrification as making something of property that the poor didn't have the drive or ability to improve, echo a similar attitude that past Americans had when stealing land from Native Americans. History, or to be more accurate, human frailties, tend to recur in similar situations.

...back to the past...

A history book is theoretically the result of extensive research, covering a mass of sources that can range from written, spoken word, and personal examination of sites and artifacts. 

Those books become part of the body of knowledge that can be revised as new discoveries come into play, or sociological shift in attitudes change the emphasis, like with our current fascination with past sex lives and scandals. That can create the impression that older texts are no longer valid, but a true historian knows better. Past biases and attitudes explain the data, and provide context.

The wide range of conflicting data on the Internet can make it seem like there is no truth, but it's actually a chance to see history as a historian or researcher does. You can see what they see, but come to your own conclusion. That kind of access tends to go away and be replaced by more simple and comfortable orthodoxies, so while it may seem chaotic or even irritating, the Internet as it now exists should be enjoyed and seen for what it is, an unparalleled opportunity for individuals to find truth. 

...off to war...

A good example of a history book that's a step forward in knowledge of a subject (rather than a definitive look) is John Stevens Cabot Abbott's "The Life of King Phillip, War Chief of the Wampanoag People" from 1857. The central theme is Wampanoag Chief King Phillip's war with the Pilgrims and other settlers in the Cape Cod region of the United States in 1675, but the work also gives background on the Pilgrim landing on Cape Cod in 1620 and the Pequot War in 1636.

King Phillip was the honorary name given to Metacomet, the son of Wampanoag Chief Massaoit, by the white settlers who did so to avoid having to learn to pronounce his actual native name. The American habit of not respecting foreign names started early. 

Massaoit had refused to take an English name, but allowed it with his son's as a peace gesture. After his death, Metacomet became the new Chief, or more correctly, Sachem, and events described in the book finally led to a very bloody war that began in 1675 and lasted for three years.

It's a well written work. Abbott keeps the narrative simple and does a good job of delving into the political and sociological aspects of both the Pilgrims and the Native American tribes in a clear and surprisingly candid manner. Although there is a strain of white prejudice that permeates the work, the book is a clear advance over earlier histories that treated events purely as a triumph of western civilization over barbarism.

He documents Pilgrim war atrocities like the routine killing of Native American women and children, and the reason, which was to prevent the propagation of future warriors (in other words, genocide). Early histories tended to touch only on the massacre of white settlers, but Abbott makes it clear that there was ruthless behavior on both sides.

The exception to massacre was when a tribe could negotiate a surrender, or individuals were taken prisoner after a defeat; then as the author relates about one such incident, "We blush to record that the boys were all sent to the West Indies and sold into bondage. The women and girls were divided about among the colonists of Connecticut and Massachusetts as servants." 

In fairness, it should also be noted that such behavior was objected to and decried by most of the military commanders and that the selling of prisoners into slavery was done by town officials who disregarded any negotiated conditions of surrender or protestations that it would encourage reprisals.

...watching your back...

Another thing that makes the book remarkable is that explains why the tribes were wary of the settlers. For example, the original Pilgrims were attacked while trying to find a place, and instead of just going with the "bloodthirsty savages attacking whites" narrative, Abbott records that a few years earlier, an English ship came to the area and welcomed the tribes aboard, only to imprison those who did and sell them as slaves in Barbados. It was a known incident among the tribes and colored their attitudes towards any white settlers.

The Pilgrims were also aware of that incident and it influenced their diplomacy. In the early days before the wars began, they made it a point to establish good relations, and only settled on land that was legally purchased. They also strictly avoided retaliatory attacks if a raid occurred by rogue warriors and instead took complaints to the various Chiefs. It wasn't just an exercise in good politics; they were heavily outnumbered and fighting a full scale war with thousands of warriors was beyond their ability.

Abbott makes it clear that both sides had leaders who tried to keep the peace, but were constantly beset by troublesome personalities that eventually created enough strife to move events towards war.

In my own book, I detail the rise and fall of some homeless camps and enclaves, and the arc tended to be similar. There'd be people who tried to keep it peaceful and off the grid, but as the numbers increased, there was always a loss of control and eventually enough troublemakers to force local civic leaders and authorities to disband the camp.



....and the women...

The book is also an interesting look at how women were regarded and treated back then. The modern narrative is that tribal women were like animals and treated like dirt, while white women lived a much better life with a lot more freedom. Which isn't how this book treats the subject.

It's clear that although women generally ranked lower than men on both sides, two of the tribes that the Pilgrims were anxious to keep peaceful were led or heavily influenced by women. The descriptions make it clear that the male warriors regarded them as Chiefs or the equivalent and obeyed them as such.

...Awashonks...

There is an interesting account of the Pilgrim envoys who came to visit the female Sachem named Awashonks, who led the Soykonate tribe which could field 300 Warriors, and who had sold land to the Pilgrim Captain Benjamin Church and others. Despite the fact that King Phillip's Wampanoag tribe could easily overwhelm her, she allied with the English.

That is, until her warriors later made it clear that they wanted to go to war against the English. A modern (that is to say, sexist) interpretation would be that she couldn't control her tribe, but that's because the English, and later, the "Americans," never really understood (or respected) how a tribe was run.

The march of civilization in Europe included the concept of rulers with absolute power, or at least that image. Early Kings and Queens were actually often similar to the Sachem Awashonks, in that they led but depended on a consensus of nobles or the army.

The Soykonates were run like most of the other tribes, in that each warrior decided if they wanted in or out of a fight. After an often vigorous debate, if they wanted to go to war, they would go. Anyone who didn't want to go could just stay home. Awashonks reluctantly decided to lead them, as it was her tribe, and the fact that she wasn't all in wasn't held against her. Later on, after the Warriors began tiring of the bloodshed, she was able to command the tribe to withdraw from the war.

Early Western historians tended to view this as weak leadership, and the warrior's reluctance to take heavy casualties in open battle seen as cowardice and inferior to the practice of, as a cynic might suggest, standing up within musket range of the enemy and dying for the enrichment of a few. However, we can discount such frisky talk about Indian cowardice as war jock talk by those who'd need an underwear change if goaded into a 17th century battle line.

...everyone with a brain took cover...

The fact is, both sides fought the same way; firing muskets or shooting arrows from behind any available cover. In one engagement described in the book, a small force of Pilgrims fought a group (probably Wampanoag) that outnumbered them by a ratio of fifteen to one. Both sides held back for practical reasons. The Pilgrims, led by Captain Church, didn't have the numbers to charge and the war party saw no reason to take unnecessary casualties charging a force that was trapped and heavily outnumbered. 

The battle lasted over six hours, and it was obvious that neither side was willing to expose itself and more importantly, engage at a rate of fire that would have quickly exhausted their ammunition. In the case of Church's men, being unable to fire would certainly have brought on a charge by an overwhelming numbers.

The small English force slowly retreated towards a nearby river, and the attackers let them as the move would leave no line of retreat. As it turns out, a small ship arrived to rescue them. The captain had heard the firing and steered towards the sound. Although this ticked off the attackers, they accepted failure and didn't try to throw good money on bad by making a last minute attack in the open. It was a practical attitude, even if it was described as a Winnapoag defeat at the hands of a small heroic band of soldiers who inflicted "heavy" enemy casualties (though the author admits that an exact figure wasn't available).

...plenty of detail, and the first best seller...

Unlike the lives of the Pilgrim women, Awashonks' life was described in detail, without reference to feminine duty or supposed weakness. As her story was recorded by her enemies, she must have commanded respect back then.

One exception was a Pilgrim women who was taken prisoner in a raid, which was a rare occurrence as most were killed on the spot (albeit after torture in some cases). She was Mary Rowlandson, the wife of Rev. Rowlandson, who was held captive for eleven weeks and eventually ransomed.

We know this because she wrote a book about it, "The Sovereignty and Goodness of God: Being a Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson," which went through four printings and is considered by some to be America's first best seller. It's still read today, and available as a public domain ebook, and judging by the reader reviews, is inspirational to many as a testament to faith and her undeniable courage. Unfortunately, to some, it's proof that the Indians were a lying pack of savages.

...a lesson from history...

Her book illustrates a point for women to remember and take to heart; that to be part of history, it's best to write it yourself and not depend on others to do it. Rowlandson probably was only thinking of writing about her experiences, but the heavy emphasis on religious themes made it an inspirational book to friends, who persuaded her to publish it. 

Women writing books about abuse or rape, for example, are in many cases doing the same thing as Rowlandson and creating a body of work that in some future time will provide historians and sociologists with a wealth of personal information beside the usual dry stats or sensationalist observations by males, like Abbott here, who generally describes the lives of women in laconic terms as casualty statistics or victims (with the appropriate level of shock).

Abbott draws heavily on her book, and what's apparent is that it wasn't just a stock adventure tale with bloodthirsty Indians (with the English only guilty of not bring pious enough, which was remedied later in the Salem Witch trials), but also a story containing a wealth of details about Native American life that probably wouldn't have made it into anything written by a male combatant or observer. 

...I see you...

That's because her account wasn't describing tribe members acting under observation.

When I was homeless, one of my friends found out I was a writer, and his conversation changed from women and food to earnest speeches about living free outside of societies chains and so on. Good friends are scarce out there in the streets, so I'd patiently listen to all of it, but it drove home the point that people will act differently if they think they're being observed. Which is why Mrs. Rowlandson's book was not just an example of the "Captive" genre, but a good source of sociological data.

There's a tendency in history books to treat a tribe as a single entity or mentality, which in some cases is a necessary narrative device, but groups of people rarely act as one. They often lurch forward with a complex mix of agendas, motives and goals. In Mary's story, many distinct Native American personalities emerged, and a lot of small details were documented that give a sense of how the tribe lived on the move (there was an English Army in pursuit).

...motive...

Abbott's narrative tries to give the reader a sense of the motives of the Chiefs in the two wars, and in particular, describes King Phillip as one who was prescient about the ultimate goals of the white settlers and the real future of his way of life. By the time of his war, the pilgrims had been there for fifty years, and had evolved into a different group than the original Pilgrims.

As Abbott described it, "with prosperity came avarice. Unprincipled men flocked to the colonies; the Indians were despised and often harshly treated; and the forbearance which marked the early intercourse of the pilgrims with the natives was forgotten." It went both ways, Sachems found it difficult to control members of their own tribes who went on raids in retaliation and the book shows the two sides gradually edging towards conflict and war.

King Phillip knew the lessons of the earlier Pequot War, and had resolved to not attack until a full alliance of tribes was formed to create an overwhelming force. However, the actions of a few miscreants on both sides forced his hand and the Wampanoags went to war before all of the preparations were completed. 

Even so, he nearly won, and it took three years to defeat him. The English couldn't cope with the wide ranging hit and run attacks that made later tribes like the Apache, who used the same tactics, so hard to defeat.

Even when King Phillip's fort was located and attacked in a bloody massacre of men, women and children, it didn't end the conflict. It looked like he could have continued the long, drawn out type of war that the English feared could happen, until a clumsy move by Phillip to draw the Mohawks into the war backfired and they joined the English side, tilting the balance against him.

Those are the general details of the war. What makes the book interesting to the average reader is that it was a remarkably candid book for 1857, and more honest than the narrative in modern times. Abbott's level of sympathy for the Native American tribes was at least at the level of James Finamore Cooper's Pathfinder series, which was, in that era's parlance, an "Indian Lovers" set of books.

...by the way...

It might be interesting to know, but the Uncas character in Cooper's "Last of the Mohicans" could have been based on an actual person. Abbott relates that there was a chief named Uncas, who led the Mohegan tribe that allied with the English in the Pequot War.

...all about context...

"The Life Of King Phillip" does have to be read in the context of being a good historical source, and with a historian's eye for bias. Abbott views the Native Americans as prone to laziness and deceit, to name one example, and though he does clearly admire King Phillip and others, they are seen as exceptions to the rule. 

That tends to color his descriptions of the battles where the warriors often retreated or refused battle due to the supposed superior fighting qualities of the English. Later histories make it clear that tribal warfare involved engaging in pitched battles only when success was certain or when trapped. In fact, the King Phillip War mirrored later guerrilla wars like Vietnam and Afganistan, and had become a bloody stalemate until the intervention of the Massachusetts tribes on the side of the English.  

Wampanoag warriors who survived the end of the war faced execution or slavery in the West Indies, which was a controversial move even in the Colonies, and the two hundred or so who were set free rejoined other tribes who were universally indignant over the treatment of the prisoners. The aftermath influenced future attitudes towards the white settlers.

While not a perfect history, it's clear that Abbott did his best to be fair and report the truth as he saw it. Given the level of detail, it probably is an important source for anyone researching that era.

...the era of settlements...

The author lived in an era that saw white settlement as a crusade to make America into a God fearing, and profitable land. His source material was most likely dominated by material written by people (including Rowlandson) who saw the Native Americans as savages or worse, and it took at least some moral courage to state that white men's treaties were often worthless, that the treatment of prisoners was disgraceful, and atrocities were common practice by both sides.

The book is early proof that attacking villages and killing women and children were an accepted part of Indian warfare, and that stories of white women routinely being raped by warriors weren't true. Abbott felt that the Chiefs, or more correctly, Sachems, often showed more political awareness and dignity than white leaders. It frankly is, in spite of its faults, a better book than some later accounts and certainly more enlightened than 50s era cowboy and Indian movies.

The reason is that a historian wrote the book. If Abbott had lived in this era, I would imagine that he'd have written it more like Dee Brown's Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee, though that's my conjecture from what seems to be the author's personality that projects in the book.

...to the process...

Circling back to the point about history as process. My interest in history as a hobby and passion makes it possible to read the book, take what's good out of it, and not accept it all as gospel. My background as a writer helps me see the personality that's being projected, and recognize that it's excellent readability shows a strong ability to construct a narrative from a mass of data.

The point isn't that history contains no real truths, but that a serious study is more like an investigation, with the sources often just eye witness testimony and a lot of hearsay. A few versions of any story down the time line can also be colored by attitudes injected from later eras.

...women and history...

A good example of bias is the role of women in history, which is certainly more extensive and documented than many history books would suggest. In many eras, women were just as educated as men and not just sitting at spinning wheels like old movies would imply. There's plenty of literary writing and personal accounts by women in past eras that simply weren't included in past books or credited as sources.

Ken Burns' documentary about the Civil War wasn't a revelation to the general public just because it used actor's voices to move the narrative forward, but that letters and accounts by women like Mary Chestnut emerged as important voices to document the era. Voices that were always there.

...process again...

The process of history is easy to understand if it's treated with the same reverence given to buying a car or big screen TV. Many people will pore over the specs of various models, ask a lot of questions about it, test drive and determine what's best, but accept what a media talking head says about complex issues at face value, no matter how silly or biased. Simply knowing historical facts or having all the data at your fingertips doesn't stop people from making the same mistakes because it doesn't change human nature. 

The study of history is about good research. Abbott's book about the King Phillip War is just one book, not the gospel on the subject. In my mind, I'd need to read more before developing a real feel for the era, and since there's no hurry, that might take a while, but until then, my mind would be open on the subject.

If one can examine a source from the past that way, it can be done with one from the present, and that's what makes the study of history relevant. It's another tool to help a person think and come to the truth, instead of just accepting what you're told.

The price could be high. The data could lead to a conclusion or view that is out of step with peers or society, and expose you to ridicule or hostility. But as any true historian will tell you, what you think and believe is always more important than approval. 

In the case of history, or art for that matter, your real audience and judges may not have been born yet.



"Thus we take the name of Devil to signify not persons only, but actions and habits; making imaginary Devils, and transforming that substantial creature call’d Devil into every thing noxious and offensive..."

- Daniel Defoe (The History Of The Devil As Well Ancient As Modern, Part One of Second Edition 1727)

"I have heard it said there are men who read in books to convince themselves there is a God...if any such there be, and he will follow me from sun to sun, through the windings of the forest, he shall see enough to teach him that he is a fool, and that the greatest of his folly lies in striving to rise to the level of One he can never equal, be it in goodness, or be it in power."

- James Fenimore Cooper (The Last Of The Mohicans)

Note: Essayist now inserts a collection of odds and ends masquerading as an essay...please note satirical tone at points...also, this is Part 1, part 2 will come in October...

The concept that God tests your faith with hardship or disaster isn't a divine notion;---it has the stain of human hands all over it. Although in truth, most homeless probably give it at least a passing thought. That's merely one view:---There was plenty of God out there, and in fact, you could choose from a wide range of flavors.

Want a stern punisher calling down misfortune as punishment for a wicked life or a loving Deity that forgave all sins? Perhaps one that accepts credit and debit cards;---to be surrendered to his earthly Angels in exchange for a chaste life begging for donations, or the One True God that rules in upscale temples where wretches like you are considered undeserving of God's bounty of Cadillac SUVs and four dollar coffee.

To be fair, there are quite a few examples of secular stupidity, as religion doesn't have the monopoly on that sort of thing:---but since everyone has been labeled an idiot at some time in their life, perhaps treating it as a taboo subject, and acknowledging cretinism as a universal experience would restore civility to religious discourse. Such a truce would last maybe one minute on the Internet, but we should always try to aim high.

Religion isn't the only doctrine that has been turned into a temporal power trip. Darwinism has been codified by Capitalists into a power structure that's often meaner to the poor than the Church was, and modern Science often chases money and produces click bait studies more often than truth (whatever that may be).

...faith...

Once a faith resides in a church, then Jesus, or more specifically, those who act in his name, can seem to be as capricious as the Greek Gods, that bunch of elitist egomaniacs who only helped mankind if they were paid. Which might be an unfair thing to say about Zeus and his compadres, after all, he didn't ask for the job; He was probably happy enough being the child of Hera and Titan (if author Robert Graves is correct) until the Priests decided that religion needed to be a Game Of Dudes.

That transition to a patriarchal religion was obviously more involved than how I put it, if it actually happened that way, but accurate enough by Internet standards and for the purposes of this essay. Those who wish to defend the Greek religion or offer corrections in the comments section may do so. Please note that it's moderated so any rude comments as to how I came into this world, about my parentage, links to upcoming movies or how to earn 5,000 a week in your own home will be edited out.

The concept of churches isn't unique to religion. Most organizations, particularly political ones, behave pretty much the same way and can display the same human frailties and emphasis on conformity. The earlier mystic Christians, like Saint John of the Cross, wrote that the individual's relationship to God, or one's conscience as the Quakers would put it, was the main connection. Which I'm sure was a concept that at least some of the early Popes wanted out of the canon ASAP.

...hello Dalai...

Several years ago, I had the privilege of hearing the Dalai Lama speak at the Shoreline Amphitheater in Mountain View, California, and he said an interesting thing; that there were many paths to God and that each culture had it's own way to get there. That's probably too open minded a statement for many cultures and churches, but it makes sense to any individual who sees the tacky cavalcade of money grubbing Evangelists, cults, ministers who engage in politics or abuse, and believers who think everyone who doesn't think like them are going to hell. 

It makes sense because one can reject all that and find their own path to God, and whether someone else thinks you're going to hell, or just plain superstitious, is irrelevant as it's all about conscience, not approval. That's a principle that applies to any area where a person defines their own self; from politics, sexual roles, spirituality or sexuality, the concept of following one's own conscience applies.

...safety first...

To be clear, and for my own safety, my book doesn't attempt to resolve the question of what God is. If Saint Thomas Aquinas was right about God being an infinite power, then such things won't be completely knowable in my lifetime anyway. Plus, spirituality in the Native American sense, the concept of "listening to the wind" made a lot more sense when the only thing separating Ivy and me from nature was a car window.

God didn't save me, but the path to him did. Even my mistakes and failures were at least in the right direction. The alternate routes like drugs, crime, gaming the welfare system, or becoming an expert at street life were dead ends. Movies or TV shows can make it seem like the streets are full of winners, but in real life most are drowning and the worst off were the ones who didn't even know it.

I think that the search for God can be more valuable than actually finding him. Here on earth, such journeys all too often end with a human at the end of it, and as we all know, humans make lousy Gods.

End of Part 1...

- Al Handa




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Cover Reveal For Hide In Plain Sight


This is the cover for the upcoming book, Hide In Plain Sight, hopefully out sometime in 2020.




The American Primitive Acoustic Collection by Handa-McGraw International can be streamed on all of the major services, including Spotify, Apple Music, Amazon, and dozens of others.



The Music Of Handa-McGraw International can also be heard on the Electric Fog Factory on YouTube. You can hear the album, and dozens of unreleased cuts and demos, plus exclusive video of Ivy.






























Tuesday, June 9, 2020

On The Road With Al and Ivy: A Homeless Literary Chronicle - June 9th, 2020



"The world is a looking-glass, and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face. Frown at it, and it will in turn look sourly upon you; laugh at it and with it, and it is a jolly kind companion; and so let all young persons take their choice."

-William Makepeace Thackeray (Vanity Fair)

"All that I shall repeat after her, must be true, without any intermixture of falsehood, but where I may happen, without intending it, to introduce my own conceits."

 - Jean-Jacques Rousseau (A Discourse Upon The Origin And The Foundation Of The Inequality Among Mankind, 1762)

I heard the term, "OK boomer" for the first time last year, when reading about an exchange between a young woman and an older male, both of whom were politicians. The latter had begun to interrupt her speech, and she replied with the phrase. I hadn't realized it had been around for a while, though it wasn't a surprise that it was.

There's always been "generation gaps," and it's obvious that there is one now. One sees labels like "snowflakes" directed at Millennials, forgetting that parents (who generally aren't boomers) really can't claim credit for the younger generations successes and escape blame for their failures.

It doesn't help that more than a few boomers want their childhoods to be recorded by historians as a Golden Age with music as great as Mozart and Beethoven, with deeds of courage and faith that helped to raise mankind's philosophical and political IQ to new heights, and made the phrase "Peace and Love, man" the rallying cry for a life free of materialism, war, and long prison sentences for pot smokers.

One out of three isn't bad...keep in mind, I'm oversimplifying for brevity, and know it's all a lot more complicated than my essay makes it.

...the media and the single image...

The media coverage of the so-called testy exchange implied that it exemplified the gap between Millennials and baby boomers, which is a type of generalization often used in the arts and media. The general idea is that an attitude or situation can be encapsulated in a single image, or "truth" that the audience can relate to (or the bias). That concept is sound when communicating a feeling or sense of what an situation is about, but can quickly degenerate into bigotry when used as a label or description of an entire group or subculture.

In the case of the Boomer/Millennial gap, it's probably no different than generation gaps throughout history, and they probably aren't fighting or being hostile to the extent that this or that media writer suggests. In this case we're talking generally about grandparents and grandchildren and that bond is historically more amiable than with parents.

 Most artists and reporters aren't consciously trying to create labels. The various forms of media work under limitations of time and space; the necessity to ensure a two hour movie or two minute news feature make perfect sense to an audience. That can require that the point be kept simple (or exploitive, but that's a different subject).

But like religion or politics, the temptation to insert one's conceits into the message can be overwhelming, and often end up saying more about the creator than the subject of the work (or to become banal in order not to offend advertisers).

The woman's retort could be more fairly described as an assertion that her statement needed to be respected as an adult opinion and not the ramblings of a young whippersnapper needing an older person's (generally male) approval. If I was her grandfather, I would have approved. Others boomers might think differently of course, but I'm sure more than a few who read about it felt a sense of pride that this young woman had shown some real gumption.



...playing devil's advocate...

However, if I, who is (as a matter of disclosure) a boomer, can play Devil's Advocate, and luckily my comments section is moderated; a more cynical view might be that any Millennial's supposed attitude problem is due to knowing that they'll be inheriting a world that still has plenty of wars (that they have to fight in as soldiers), where women and minorities are still trying to achieve equality, governments with more commercial sponsors than a NASCAR driver's jumpsuit, and in the US, a massive national debt that will probably make prosperity attainable only by a lucky few.

One could then say that "OK Boomer" is a pretty mild retort, and certainly more gentile than "tear down the walls motherf----r," "steal this book," "everybody must get stoned," or the immortal "hippie chicks are easy, just tell them it's uptight to say no." That last phrase might not be worded correctly. It could be "make love, not war" so both are included here in the interest of adhering to Internet levels of accuracy.

Millennials are heavily featured in my book. Not because they were all paragons, but because many of the characters are in that age group. They are a diverse lot; baristas and retail workers, gang members, runaways, drug couriers, groups that harassed the homeless, suburban kids slumming with homeless teens, druggies, and even illegal street racers that operated in the same late night hours as the meth heads and hookers.

Many in those aforementioned groups or subcultures showed a nobility that would shame a career politician, and also there were those who were broken or twisted by the sins of their elders, who exploited or abused them. 

...one set of differences...

One difference between the Millennials (in the book anyway) and the older age groups was that they did their acts of kindness to the homeless without calling attention to it or outing them. In one coffee house, for example, the night manager and crew gave up the perk of keeping the near expired food, and near closing time passed the packages around but made sure the homeless got extra.

It eventually became obvious when I came in to work on my laptop that two or three packages (always a meal and a desert) would be given to me. It was never explicitly said that it was because I was homeless; it was just described as a treat for customers. Many of the clerks would remark that I was such a good regular that they would give me a free coffee that evening, and again, it was done so casually that I didn't realize it was to help me.

I later found out that many in the night crew were volunteer homeless activists who could quickly spot people like me. Their discretion protected those homeless who could pass for a regular, as the other customers were often quick to complain to the day manager about those who looked obviously homeless.

...two worlds brought together...

In a sense, they brought me into their world, protected my dignity, and made sure my lifeline to wifi and electricity was secure. More importantly, being able to sit among the other customers without harassment kept a sense normalcy in my life.

That's why the portrayal of the young is sympathetic, with admiration for the decency in so many, and sadness about the fall of others. The good in those coffeehouse workers was potentially in every one of them, so the loss of those who fell short or went bad seemed all the more more tragic.

When I learned that Millennials dismiss the crabbing of older generations (it's not just boomers who call them snowflakes in unmoderated comment sections) with a phrase like OK Boomer, it struck me that they had probably had begun to find an identity, like the hippies did in the face of ridicule by many even in their own age group, and that's not a bad thing. If they respond with Molotov cocktails and bombs, then we should worry.

The twenty-somethings will certainly make mistakes and learn, but most will be worthy of our trust. Believe me, retired boomers in an increasingly troubled world will need them to be, and luckily, most Millennials love their families and will rise to the task.

"One of these days, when you hear a voice say: 'come,' where you gonna run to? You're gonna run to the rock for rescue, but there'll be no rock."

- From the reggae song "Johnny Too Bad" (written by Trevor "Batman" Wilson, Winston Bailey, Roy Beckford, and Derrick Crooks, aka The Slickers) Note: authorship of song differs in other sources.

Power worship blurs political judgement because it leads, almost unavoidably, to the belief that present trends will continue. Whoever is winning will always seem to be invincible."

- George Orwell 

(Continuing on about power from earlier blog entries)

Any undercurrent of force and power has to be "respected." That's not the same as agreeing with it, but realizing that notions of what power is exist and are a reality if people believe it. Most romantic ideas about street life are really exercises in power worship, an old concept that Orwell discussed now and then in his essays.

Orwell never actually defined "power worship" in his various essays. The  clearest description was "a fascination" or "fascinated admiration" as described in his essay, "Second Thoughts On James Burnham." Burnham was a writer who felt that power is a primary motivation or drive. Orwell felt that it was really only a "belief," saying that "power hunger, although only dominant in comparatively few people, is a natural instinct that does not have to be explained, like the desire for food."

Orwell's observation is that such statements are more likely to be a clue to the writer's belief or motivation. In the case of Burnham, Orwell felt that the theory about how power is a primary motivation was described in such a way that it indicated a unspoken fascination and even admiration for those who successfully use force to further their aims.

...looking about...

In one early scene in my book, I'm sitting in my car, observing a new area and a picture unfolds about what the social structure is. In spite of having read Orwell in the past, I still made the mistake of seeing my surroundings in terms of power; that is to say, a macho food chain like in the movies. Yet my perception was at least a little correct because it was a reality that many of the participants ascribed to.

The real laws of nature assert themselves over the course of the book and as the various apex archetypes were revealed to be actually prey, I had to make course corrections in my survival strategy, rejecting the quasi-religious notion that "the streets" are a omnipotent power that crushes the weak and sinful.

In other words, I could see that being a tough guy or entering into their world would get me into trouble, and being "street smart" was really a matter of not playing the game, or staying off that grid, so to speak.

...the streets, and the prepper life...

Hollywood movies and TV shows like to show "the streets" as an hierarchy ruled by alpha types such as gangsters, dealers and pimps, with the exception of macho heroes who kick butt, and all other life forms in descending order with women at the bottom (though one could be redeemed by finding the right man).

What I found, after becoming homeless, was that a large part of street life does look like that on the surface. That hierarchy ruled by alpha predators does exist but that social order depends on the participants agreeing it does, either consciously or unconsciously. 

I saw that street myths have a different reality, that the power of such images is fueled by agreement (albeit with coercion too). I think that drug users, for example, have to accept that a pusher is closer to the top of the food chain out of need. The drug scenes are an environment that can imprison you, yet the key to the locked door is in your pocket. That escape, quitting drugs, can be a tough nut to crack, but it's there.

A good analogy that explains how to stay out of trouble (in most cases) on the streets is that you do have to step into that room to be affected. If you stay out, very little happens. That was often easier said than done, but it was a principle that could help keep a person out of trouble, or at least minimized it.

Which incidently, is at the core of Prepping or survivalism.



...off the grid...

The term "prepper" has come more into view in the media due to the Covid crisis, and the food and supply shortages caused by the resultant panic buying.

The stereotypical view that Preppers are all paranoid doomsday hoarders hiding out in the boonies is, of course, a media creation. Kind of like making the homeless seem like a bunch of meth heads who poop on sidewalks. It's  a sort of clip art image for lazy reporters and writers to plug into stories on tight deadlines, and doesn't offend advertisers and gentrifiers.

The truth is, or at least in my sympathetic opinion, that prepping is actually a wide, sprawling scene made up of diverse individuals and subcultures that only have being prepared for the worst as a common thread. It can range from normal people who know that poop happens and stock up, to those convinced that society is going to break down into a morass of anarchy, strife, and famine.

The irony of extreme survivalism is that it can only be practiced in a stable society that leaves them alone with their massive stocks of food and supplies, because in reality, such a hoard would be a prime target for well armed gangs and individual predators. Those who create private farms to escape anarchy and live off the land would quickly become serfs allowed to keep only a small portion of the crop, assuming that they're allowed to live.

That's not conjecture. Just take a look around the world at those societies that have broken down and it's obvious that there aren't many survivalists sitting around with personal supply dumps. 

...the grid...

That doesn't mean the concept of "living off the grid" isn't without merit. In fact, the idea of increased self reliance that most Preppers ascribe to is a sound one. As we've seen, much of the panic buying that has occurred lately (particularly in the US, where else...) is essentially a knee jerk reaction to the fear of supply shortages that Preppers faced and mastered a long time ago. 

Also, the idea of living off the grid doesn't literally mean isolating oneself from society. It's really a flexible principle that can encompass avoiding manipulation by various types of groupthink or propaganda, nonconformity, emotional independence and common sense.

In the previous essay about street life, the idea of avoiding entanglements in drug scenes and trouble spots is a clear example of spotting a system or mentality, a grid of sorts, and avoiding it. That's not an obvious point, as homeless camps and drug scenes have elements that can appeal to those who are addicted, feel overwhelmed and lost out 

It's a discipline or outlook that stresses preparation, and is definitely an acknowledgement that Murphy's Law is a real thing. However, like with any system of thought, it's subject to misinterpretation, corruption, and in well off cultures, commercialization and consumerism.

For example, it has to said that the United States has done to mainstream prepping what it does to pretty much anything it touches; make it a boutique industry that sells a lot of overpriced items like four dollar packs of ice cream flavored deserts and expensive accessories like bad ass survival knives that only do one tenth of what a cheaper Swiss Army Knife does. In other words, for more than a few, it's become a cult lifestyle complete with accessories and toys to fit any doomsday fantasy.

But you can't eat a survival knife. I know, because I was silly enough to buy one and later ended up selling it off for gas and food. I will admit though, it was a pretty cool blade that made me feel like I could take on a forbidding wilderness and make a fire in any environment. The problem was, any open fire in an urban environment will draw complaints and cops like flies and so my blade never reached it's potential.

...about Preppers...

In my Swiss Army knife of a book, yes, I do talk about Preppers. The book is essentially two parts or cycles, and the first ends with a stay in the Sierra Foothills where Ivy and I were given the opportunity to live in a trailer home for six weeks.

The primary theme of that chapter is actually PTSD, but in that remote area there were several people who were living off the grid and were a truer picture of what prepping is all about. They didn't make any pretense about being prepared for the end of the world. Nobody who's serious about the apocalypse is going to live in an RV or trailer home with thin walls that could barely stop a BB and live close to main highways.

The various homesteads lacked the style that Internet road warrior bloggers show off on social media, but to a discerning eye, it was obvious that many properties were laid out well, allowing for possible flooding and access during snow season. Sheds and other storage areas where in good repair, orderly garden patches were common, and satellite dishes were used to stay connected to, you guessed it, the grid.

I was sympathetic to this lifestyle as the same principles of common sense applied to living in a car. By the time we arrived in this area, what was kept in the car had changed a great deal. Gone were the various toys and trappings of my old life, and my trunk now contained a supply of as much spare food and water as possible, and gadgets that were actually useful.

It wasn't fancy. A lot of the survival cupboard was food most people would turn their nose up at, or think was inedible. There were bricks of granola bar rations each good for two weeks of meals, spam, canned beans,fruit and vegetables, dry dog food (which Ivy hated but would eat if hungry enough) and water. Very plain, but affordable in large quantities, and in the case of the fruit, each was also a backup source of drinking water.

...no matter how bad...

That supply had one very important purpose; I knew that no matter how bad things got, we had food. I saw people make a lot of bad decisions because of hunger or anxiety over it, and knowing there was a one month emergency supply of food in the trunk was a very real comfort. I kept it well packed and out of reach to ensure it was never used casually.

I knew one other thing that many people don't know; that when you're hungry enough, all that emergency food was going to taste just fine. Even more important, quantity trumps five dollar single servings of dehydrated beef stew. When food is scarce, that's ten cans of beans versus one pack of boutique food. That's a few days versus one meal.

There was another reason why I respected those Preppers. It goes back to being a Boy Scout in the 60s, when it wasn't a particularly upscale activity. We went on inexpensive campouts and pretty much stuck to basic outdoor activities and woodcraft. I remember practicing map reading and trail signs, where we were blindfolded and taken to a random place and then had to find our way back to camp using only a map and compass. It's main value was not so much how to read a map, but to know how to stay calm, and use common sense. 

The core of clear headed thinking is preparation.

That philosophy came in handy when I drove up into the Sierra Foothills to find that trailer home. The phone cut out, and with it the GPS and the map, and I became totally lost. But I did know the approximate compass bearing of the property because of seeing the google map image and because of instinct or whatever, I remembered the site being on a direct line northeast of the entrance to the foothills. That was because of my habit of closely studying any map being used for directions (due to not always being able to afford GPS).

...follow the arrow...

I happened to have a compass, not because I expected to need it but because one of my private identities out there was "Boy Scout" or "always prepared" (or at least try to be) and it was a token of that. I pulled over and got out of the car and looked down the compass needle to the north east and spotted a large bare cliff well off into the distance.

To make a long story short; I took any road or turn that headed towards that cliff, or at points where the forest blocked my view, where the compass indicated NE. I knew that in this sort of country, that there'd still be wrong turns, but as long as it was in the general direction of that cliff, I'd get there.

Eventually I saw a sign that said the town near that trailer home site was only a few miles miles away, and could go off the compass. When I later looked at a map, I could see that I'd only made a couple of wrong turns over 30 miles and that some of the other turns that looked more inviting would have put me on the wrong side of the mountains.

As it turns out, that big cliff side overlooked the valley that the trailer home was in.

It wasn't just the compass, it was the training that went with it, and to stay calm and observant. Needless to say, Boy Scout training notwithstanding, once I got into town, I stopped at the gas station and asked for directions. While I was at it, I bought a good road map of California and put that in the glove compartment so that situation wouldn't happen again (prepping is also a empiric process).

People do have a tendency to judge things by a single impression or superficials, and a lot of Preppers have been lumped into this or that unflattering image. At its best, it's really an attitude and a philosophy about preparedness and common sense and I'm sure there wasn't a single real prepper in those supermarket crowds loading up on toilet paper. 

They'd already had that covered.



"It is of the highest importance, therefore, not to have useless facts elbowing out the useful ones.” "But the Solar System!” I protested. "What the deuce is it to me?” he interrupted impatiently: “you say that we go round the sun. If we went round the moon it would not make a pennyworth of difference to me or to my work.”

- Arthur Conan Doyle (A Study In Scarlett, Sherlock Holmes)

I was in an antique mall the other day, and asked the guy at the counter if I could look at this tray of items kept under the glass counter. I wanted to examine what looked like a vintage Boy Scout pen knife. It wasn't one, but decided to sift through the pile to see if anything interesting came up.

At the bottom of the pile was a small replica of a railroad spike with a train on it that appeared to be made of lead or pewter, and while examining it the shop clerk remarked, "It's obviously a railroad spike with a train on it, but I'm not sure what it was used for other than a paper weight."

I looked closer, and then answered, "that could be, but whoever owned it used it as a pipe tamp." The guy looked puzzled, and I added, "the top of the spike is ideal for tamping down pipe tobacco, the owner was an experienced smoker, as he obviously tamped after the pipe was lit. Look, you can see the traces of ash on the head."

He seemed amazed at my deduction, and it reminded me of an old Sherlock Holmes story where he found a small object hidden in the grass outside a yard. Watson and the client were amazed that he found it, and Holmes replied that it was an easy search because he was actually looking for it. The immortal detective knew that the situation would leave certain objects as evidence. The appearance of deductive reasoning was actually a case of training that paid off.

...deduction and myth...

Although the popular appeal of Sherlock Holmes was in his use of "deduction," seen as a mythical ability comparable to divination, the author, Arthur Conan Doyle makes it pretty clear that much of it was due to having an extensive base of specialized knowledge. In other words, Scotland Yard made assumptions, Holmes worked with an extensive database of forensic data stored in his brain and acute observation skills.

In another passage, Watson is puzzled when told that his future roommate did eccentric things like beating a corpse to see if bruising and wounds looked different after death. Decades of detective and true crime shows have made such an experiment seem less shocking than it was during the Victorian Age in Britain, which is when the Holmes stories ran in the Strand Magazine. 

The surfeit of data in the modern age hasn't lessened the appeal of the prickly, self assured detective whose methods were an important precursor to modern forensic science, and with his flaws and humanity, an important archetype of the modern mystery novel hero. In fact, there's always been a steady stream of TV and movie adaptations of Doyle's most popular character.

As far as analyzing that appeal, it's a well documented subject with a large body of data on the Internet and in the various medias, and no shortage of fans and hobbyists who can explain it. A Google search will turn up enough to give the seeker many happy hours of exploration, and from that one can develop their view of Holmes.

To be honest, I rarely watch those modern TV and movie adaptations, though I did enjoy the old PBS series that starred Jeremy Brett, who was a very true to the book Holmes. Even then, I stopped watching and never finished the series.

...living in the books...

The main reason is, in my case, that for me, the great detective lived in the books, and even then, that was an imperfect vehicle as the stories originally ran as a series of episodes in the Strand Magazine, starting with "A Scandal In Bohemia," in the July issue of 1891. The only Holmes editions I read are the ones that reproduce the Strand layouts.

When I say that he lived in the books, I mean that the Holmes that's part of my psyche was the sleuth that the author Doyle created with the written word, in a style that no visual art can duplicate. Also, as it was a serialized work, one can see that over time, Doyle slowly evolved the character and clearly decided to focus on the personalities rather than the plots (which were admittedly formulaic).

One great example is in the story, A Study In Scarlett, where Holmes confesses that he didn't know anything about the solar system. Watson is flabbergasted but finds that his friend could care less as there were more important things to know in his line of work. That's actually a trait that most geniuses share, a drive to excel in a subject or ability that can preclude wasting time on other irrelevant subjects.

Making the stories about characters was a stoke of genius, a technique that is now the bedrock of almost every TV series. There was a practical reason; the fact is over time, there's going to be a weak episode every so often and certainly there are relative flubs in the Strand stories but all are redeemed by the joy of another visit by that difficult genius of a detective and his faithful side kick.

Another element with universal appeal is the conflict between Scotland Yard Inspector Lestrade, and his presumptive and rigidly grounded outlook, and Sherlock's freer and more in the moment observations. We've all had to deal with those who try to fit situations (and other people) into rigid little boxes and attitudes. It's easy to identify with the hero.

...visiting an old friend...

Serious readers often compare the experience of reading a book to visiting another world or seeing an old friend again. Part of the appeal of the Holmes stories is that it is a process of discovery for the readers, who felt that with each installment, they came to know the characters better.

Holmes didn't enter the literary world fully formed; the Strand readers didn't know, for example, that he had a brother until well into the series, and as a rule, as Watson got to know his roommate, so did the readers. That's an element no single movie can easily capture. Even the PBS series, as great as it was, had to omit a lot of detail to fit into one hour episodes.

I was able to read the stories in approximate order of publication in the 70s when it was easier to get complete editions that reproduced the Strand versions, which were read late at night over a good cigar or pipe. It was a pleasurable experience on many levels. Of course a good cigar only cost a dollar back in the 70s, so that experience ain't going to happen now.

Sherlock Holmes is developed as a character in such a way that it can't be easily described, but to this day, I admire the stories so much that it's unthinkable to turn that love into fandom, and take in every book on the subject and watch every movie and show. The Strand version of the stories are how I enjoy it (but certainly wouldn't say that it's the only way).

A good way to describe my feelings is how I treat memories of Disneyland. I last saw it in the early 60s as a small child, and never went back. I've been asked why not, and have been told that it's now a wondrous place with rides and shows featuring incredible technology. From what I've read, I would have to agree.

However, I got to see it as a small child, and still remember how wonderful it all seemed at an age when being in the Nautilus submarine wasn't just a cool ride, but a chance to feel like I was actually in the world that the 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea movie had created. That's a feeling one can have in childhood, where the imagination and real world still exist in close proximity and there's a real sense of wonder (as opposed to it all being freaking awesome).

In other words, that was a magical moment and that's how I prefer to keep it in my mind. Sherlock Holmes lives in those stories that Arthur Conan Doyle wrote, and that's the Holmes I know and love, so that's where I go to visit my old friend.


- Al Handa




The Al & Ivy Homeless Literary Journal Archive:

There are earlier blog entries on the Delta Snake Review section of this site that aren't on the On The Road page:
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Cover Reveal For Hide In Plain Sight


This is the cover for the upcoming book, Hide In Plain Sight, hopefully out sometime in 2020.




The American Primitive Acoustic Collection by Handa-McGraw International can be streamed on all of the major services, including Spotify, Apple Music, Amazon, and dozens of others.



The Music Of Handa-McGraw International can also be heard on the Electric Fog Factory on YouTube. You can hear the album, and dozens of unreleased cuts and demos, plus exclusive video of Ivy.









 
















Friday, February 7, 2020

On The Road With Al And Ivy: A Literary Homeless Chronicle - Feb 2020



"Think for yourselves and let others enjoy the privilege to do so, too..."

-George Orwell

Each generation produces a coterie of rebels and forward thinkers who may or may not edge our culture forward, but will at least add ideas to the mainstream. Very few age groups develop an ability to look inward and see their own flaws in real time. That tends to be the task of the next generation.

There were writers such as Voltaire, H. L. Mencken, Paul Krassner, or Tom Wolfe who could see that human nature was really a constant, that is to say, could see the irony in a generation criticizing another, and who turned their sharp eye on their peers' foibles and failings.

But most societal critics and lampooners end up becoming, as George Orwell called it, "licensed jesters" who can coast along as honored sages if they stick to approved targets, but the early feminist writers, the ones who stubbornly kept to the core issue of equality, broke that mold, as as a result faced often bitter resistance from those who made male superiority into a dogma requiring as much faith as the belief that all of us could spring from Noah's Ark without becoming severely inbred.

It can be said that it's easier to take a political stance than a social one, as the Constitution protects political speech. Social mores are enforced by attitudes and acts that can easily crush an individual or force conformity without legal repercussions.

It was an easier matter to protest the Vietnam War in the 60s than it was to point out that even "counterculture" movies perpetuated the traditional role of women that had existed in previous generations. A couple could go to a anti-war rally and go home pretty much feeling the same about relationships but a woman burning her bra at a rally could find herself at odds with a male at home who was determined to show who was still the boss, and even face criticism from other women.



...an exception...

Feminism was a notable exception to the usual generational conflict in that the writers questioned or attacked the current social contract that assumed that women were adjuncts to the male world, which exposed them to resistance and attacks by peers who saw the greater struggles on male terms. They didn't just criticize the Ozzy and Harriet myth of the past, but noted how it was alive and well in hipper scenes.

A woman who wrote about feminism not only had to challenge centuries of ingrained cultural beliefs about the sexes, but generally had to do so without the support of male peers and even other women who still bought into the idea of males leading the way.

The sheer mass of attitudes, cultural norms and laws must have been daunting, particularly on the social, or personal level, that is to say, the liberation of the self. The criticisms and attacks on feminism, which often could be cruel, must have severely tested the will of a woman who broke from the mold. It was a path that in the early stages, many had to walk alone while weathering the usual adolescent male attacks on physical appearance, sexual preference, desirability, mental state, rape fantasies, and speculation on what uppity females really need.

Feminists made acute observations about traditional sexual attitudes, that to males could often be about control and even punishment. It was a common retort that a rebellious woman just needed a good shagging, that is to say, putting her under a male restored the hierarchy. Which is a man-made dogma. It's really nothing of the sort in actual biological terms. In nature, the sex act proves nothing about dominance or hierarchy between the sexes.

...the shoe on the other foot...

Empathizing with feminism only requires that men look within themselves to realize that a woman's experience isn't an abstract or something that doesn't affect them. In fact, most men are also marginalized by the myth of male superiority. After women are put into their place, men quickly go to work making some of their own more equal than others. Like an army of peasants who take up the sword and fight for their king, and after the battle realize that things didn't change for them afterwards. Most men would benefit from a change in the social order.

The basic concept of feminism, that of equality, still hasn't been achieved, but the common sense behind it has gradually been recognized. Laws regarding discrimination, alimony, child support, and other issues were passed by legislatures dominated by males, who heard the arguments and saw those measures as fair play. 



...the age of dinosaurs...

Hanging out in used book stores and spending hours browsing books was an extension of my childhood. One of my earliest first grade memories was sneaking into the upper grade school library and studying this book about dinosaurs. It wasn't the pictures of fabulous and terrible monsters that drew me in, it was that the illustrator had skillfully created a world that one could imagine being in, and moving about in that landscape was so much more exciting than a schoolyard.

As we get older, we learn that society is really a chaotic collision of many points of view. Children, for example, see the prehistoric world with a sense of wonder. As adults, it's described as a world with apex predators at the top of an hierarchy that simulates order. 

The assumption that the biggest predators run things merely validates the idea that the hierarchy of life is based on force. Which true when it is and not when it's not. More than a few so called apex predators don't make the cut and starve to death due to incompetence or injury, or are forced to turn on their own. The inevitability of individual strength is really a human notion.

Yes, a bigger amount of force can beat a lesser amount, but not because one life form has more teeth than another. The idea that size matters is a belief espoused mainly by those who benefit from it, and to make sure that the smaller beings don't get the heretical idea that a group can bring down an individual. 

...bullies...

Young males in my childhood were taught to stand up for oneself against bullies and such, and that such resistance built character even if a fight was lost. The most popular image was of the single bully being successfully taught a lesson by a brave lad, and that sometimes happened. Sort of the David and Goliath thing.

The reality was that the single combat trip simply reinforces the power mentality, as most bullies actually lead packs and quickly overpower any individual. Which is why anti-bullying campaigns can have such an uphill struggle. There's the image of the lone bully, but a lot of others are complicit, whether joining in on the act, cheering it on, or holding back in fear. Bullying is a larger, more nuanced mentality that often involves groups.

Bullying is often about enforcing social conformity or pecking orders by force, and tends to target the weak, isolated, or the simply different. There certainly are a variety of psychologies in play, but the lone bully stereotype is simply the most common and not definitive. Many "bullies" are really the leader or outward manifestation of a group think or leveling mentality.

In other words, out there in the wild, I would see the tough macho types, like in the movies, but realized that those types weren't in charge or dominant. They became the ones to avoid, who always attracted trouble and were in many cases almost helpless. 

...childhood's end...

In my book, I mirror a childhood scene with that dinosaur book, except it's the street activity centered around a motel in Northern California. The chapter describes a world that was different from the colorful pictures of tyrannosaurs walking about in charge with everything else making way.

Kicking the T-Rex's butt to make things safer for everyone was the old school way of thinking, but in the real world, the scary stuff was in the shadows, and all around us, and within.



It will be seen that what the defenders of Dali are claiming is a kind of BENEFIT OF CLERGY. The artist is to be exempt from the moral laws that are binding on ordinary people."

- George Orwell (Benefit Of Clergy: Some Notes On Salvadore Dali 1944)

The concept of benefit of clergy is a theme that runs through the book (with a lmost 30 chapters, there's plenty of room for themes) along with an examination of the various forms of power. I construct the scenes as a reality, which isn't the same thing as a truth. Most people who tell others to face reality are really talking about how they see the world.

In one chapter, there's a seemingly "respectable" man who manipulates and uses a young homeless woman. On one hand, there's the upstanding and moral man, who probably asserts respect for women in public, but viewing the young woman as a slut or prey allows him to put her into a different compartment, so to speak, so he can step outside his box and be a predator.

How the guy gave himself permission to become a sleaze bag is important, and had to be described. The literary device I used was to pan out instead of in, like the Japanese author Tanizaki did in his book, The Secret History Of The Lord Of Musashi, which focused on the seemingly irrelevant and weird details of the affair, which should, in my mind, turn what might have come off as a morality play scene into a vivid fractal-like world.

In other words, the everyday world the man lived in and controlled was the real clue to why he exploited the young homeless woman. It wasn't a fall from grace, or "bad judgement" but a darker reflection of how people have always handled power, or in this case, a male prerogative. 

- Al Handa





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Cover Reveal For Hide In Plain Sight


This is the cover for the upcoming book, Hide In Plain Sight, hopefully out sometime in 2020.