Can I See Your I.D.? True Stories of False Identities by Chris Barton

I was really looking forward to reading this new YA nonfiction title. I think there ought to be more action in the nonfiction category for young adults, and the topic is intriguing. Who doesn’t wonder about imposters and con men?

For this book, Mr. Barton chose ten famous pretenders who managed to fool a lot of the people for a long time by claiming to be someone they were not. The chapters focus on both men and women, people such as The Great Imposter, Ferdinand Waldo Demara and Mary Baker, who convinced Victorian England for a while that she was really Princess Caraboo from the island of Javasu. I liked the variety of people, settings, and circumstances that made each of the ten stories a good read.

However, and here’s my big issue with this book, I absolutely hated the choice that was made to tell the stories in second person. I felt as if I were being kidnapped and dragged forcibly into the tricksters’ lives and minds, one after the other, instead of being invited to think about who these people were and what impelled them to present a false identity to the world. I didn’t like it. Here’s an example; you see what you think:

“You weren’t hurting anybody. In fact, really, you’ve always been out to help, to share your impressive talents and energy and intellect with the world. But clashing with abbots, downing barrels of beer, going AWOL from the U.S. Army, and faking suicide to get out of the U.S. Navy made it a bit difficult to bestow those gifts as Fred Demara. So you took to borrowing birth certificates and academic credentials and writing letters of recommendation for yourself on official stationery you’d swiped.”

If you can handle a entire book in which you are invited to participate in multiple personality disorder, taking on ten different identities in 121 pages, this book is for you. The revolving I.D. turnstile gave me a headache. The second person point of view felt gimmicky and annoying. FYI, I didn’t like the Choose Your Own Adventure books that were so very popular back when I was a children’s librarian either, but my students loved them.

But, hey, you decide if you want to inhabit the minds of ten different imposters for a few pages each. If so, go for it.

Sunday Salon: Books Read in May 2011

Children’s and Young Adult Fiction:
Boyfriends, Burritos, and an Ocean of Trouble by Nancy Rue. (Real Life series) I’m intereseted enough in this series that I went to the library and got the first one, and I’d like to get my hands on the third book in the series, which has been nominated for the INSPY’s in the Young Adult Literature category.
Taking Off by Jenny Moss. Semicolon review here.

Adult Fiction:
Bel Canto by Ann Patchett. Semicolon review here.
The Belfry by May Sinclair.
The Informationist by Taylor Stevens.
The Story of Beautiful Girl by Rachel Simon. Semicolon review here.

Nonfiction:
Glimmers of Hope: Memoir of a VSO in Zambia by Mark Burke. Semicolon review here.
Manic by Terri Cheney.
Evening in the Palace of Reason: J.S. Bach Meets Frederick the Great in the Age of Enlightenment by James R. Gaines. Semicolon review here.
The Narnian by Alan Jacobs.
We Die Alone by David Howarth. Semicolon review here.
Can I See Your I.D.? True Stories of False Identities by Chris Barton.
Jesus, My Father, the CIA, and Me by Ian Cron.

Love Wins by Rob Bell

Rob Bell is slick. I use that word to describe him and his book, Love Wins, because I believe it’s applicable, even charitable. (Charitable, because I’m trying not to say that he’s only interested in selling lots of books.) Immediately after I read the book, my first thought was, “What’s the big fuss?” I don’t agree with everything in Mr. Bell’s book, but I can certainly agree with much of it. Then, I began to go back and try to find the things I agreed with, those points that were supported by Scripture. First I found that even when I agreed with Bell’s exegesis of Scripture or his explanation of Christian doctrine, he often contradicted his own words in the next paragraph or on the next page. Then, I found that much of what I could support was phrased in the form of a question, and it was not a good kind of questioning. In fact, Mr. Bell seems to question in the same way that the serpent in the garden of Eden questioned: “Hath God truly said . . . ?”

Then, I saw, in the book and especially in the debate with Adrian Warnock linked below, that Mr. Bell likes to play games with words and with communication. When he is asked a question, he likes to not answer, but rather ask another question or turn the question back toward the interviewer, maybe with a slightly different emphasis or meaning. He reminds me of Humpty Dumpty who famously said, “When I use a word, it means just what I choose it to mean — neither more nor less.” Only with Mr. Bell it’s usually more; words mean lots of things; stories mean lots of things, and Rob Bell chooses the story he likes the best and the meaning he wants to fit his chosen story.

“It’s important that we be honest about the fact that some stories are better than others. Telling a story in which billions of people spend forever somewhere in the universe trapped in a black hole of endless torment and misery with no way out isn’t a very good story. Telling a story about a God who inflicts unrelenting punishment on people because they didn’t do or say or believe the orrect thngs in a brief window of time called life isn’t a very good story.
In contrast, everybody enjoying God’s good world together with no disgrace or shame, justice being served, and all the wrongs being made right is a better story.” Love Wins, p.110-111.

Love Wins is supposed to be “a book about heaven, hell, and the fate of every person who ever lived.” However, don’t ask Rob Bell to tell you what the Bible says will happen to you after you die or whether you need to consciously choose to follow Christ in this life, or even whether or not God desires our obedient love for Himself so much that He gave His only begotten Son to secure our salvation from the ravages of sin and hell. Mr. Bell is likely to respond to those questions with a question of his own: “What do you think?” or even “What story do you want to be true about heaven and hell and your own fate?”

My answer to that bit of sophistry is: what I want to be true doesn’t change reality. I would dearly love to rewrite history and say that there never was any fall into sin. I would like for the Story to be all about God’s love and our obedience and love for Him with nothing to mar that perfect fellowship. But I live in a world of sin and suffering, some of that sin and suffering caused by me and the choices I have made, and the good news is that I can have hope and redemption and eternal life through the marvelous sacrifice of Jesus on my behalf. And because of the resurrection of Jesus Christ, I can live an abundant eternal life with Him. That’s a good story and a true story, and it’s available to anyone who chooses to follow Jesus.

However, it’s also true that if any one of us chooses to go our own way, make up our own story, hold on to our sin, and worship some idolatrous figment of our own imagination, God will allow us our tragic freedom. And He will someday say, “Depart from me. I never knew you. (Because you never chose to know Me.)” And that, too, is eternal, and it will be an irrevocable decision. So, in a sense, each of us does get to choose his own story; either we believe the truth or we choose the lie.

I found the book Love Wins ultimately to be slick and slippery, and in the interviews and discussions I saw with Mr. Bell, he comes across as evasive and flippant. Although I think it’s O.K. to smile and even laugh as we discuss important things, Mr. Bell doesn’t seem to seriously care about truth. In fact, I’m not sure he believes that truth is knowable. If not, then we might as well eat, drink and be merry, right?

Adrian Warnock, a Christian blogger from the U.K., debated Rob Bell when Bell was doing a book tour in the UK, and then Warnock wrote a series of posts, engaging key points on which he disagrees with Mr. Bell.

Pastor Kevin DeYoung writes an excellent critique of the book from a Reformed perspective.

The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien, chapter 5: Riddles in the Dark

Chapter 1, An Unexpected Party
Chapter 2, Roast Mutton.
Chapter 3, A Short Rest.
Chapter 4, Over Hill and Under Hill.

What’s your favorite riddle? Do you ever tell riddles in your family? Can you answer the riddles in this post?

In chapter five of The Hobbit, we are introduced to the creature Gollum, a sort of ancient and seedy hobbit-like character who has come down in the world, both figuratively and literally speaking. Gollum lives deep under the Misty Mountains, in the dark and the damp, wandering tunnels, talking to himself, and eating raw fish and other unsavory foods.

Bilbo and Gollum play The Riddle Game, a game of who can stump whom with a riddle. The stakes are high: Bilbo’s life and freedom. Unfortunately for Gollum, he, too, is risking something that is more precious to him than life: a very special ring. There’s more about that ring in The Lord of the Rings.

For now, let’s stick with the riddles.

1. What has roots as nobody sees,
Is taller than trees,
Up, up it goes,
Yet never grows?

2. Voiceless it cries,
Wingless flutters,
Toothless bites,
Mouthless mutters.

3. It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt.
It lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills.
It comes first, and follows after,
Ends life, kills laughter.

4. This thing all things devours:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down.

5. What has every person seen and will never see again?

6. An architect had a brother and the brother died; the man who died had no brother. Who was the architect?

7. What is put on the table and cut, but never eaten?

8. Unable to think, unable to speak, yet it presents a true picture to every person. What is it?

And, finally, what did Bilbo have in his pocketeses, eh, precious?

Saturday Review of Books: June 4, 2011

“Show me the books he loves and I shall know the man far better than through mortal friends.”~Dawn Adams

SatReviewbuttonIf you’re not familiar with and linking to and perusing the Saturday Review of Books here at Semicolon, you’re missing out. Here’s how it usually works. Find a book review on your blog posted sometime during the previous week. The review doesn’t have to be a formal sort of thing. You can just write your thoughts on a particular book, a few ideas inspired by reading the book, your evaluation, quotations, whatever.

Then on Saturday, you post a link here at Semicolon in Mr. Linky to the specific post where you’ve written your book review. Don’t link to your main blog page because this kind of link makes it hard to find the book review, especially when people drop in later after you’ve added new content to your blog. In parentheses after your name, add the title of the book you’re reviewing. This addition will help people to find the reviews they’re most interested in reading.

After linking to your own reviews, you can spend as long as you want reading the reviews of other bloggers for the week and adding to your wishlist of books to read. That’s how my own TBR list has become completely unmanageable and the reason I can’t join any reading challenges. I have my own personal challenge that never ends.

1. Gautami Tripathy (Room by Emma Donoghue)
2. Hope (The Children of Men by P.D. James)
3. the Ink Slinger (Love Is A Fallacy)
4. Judy @ Seize the Book Blog (Out of My Mind)
5. Judy @ Seize the Book Blog (Pompeii: City on Fire)
6. Judy @ Seize the Book Blog (The Fine Art of Insincerity)
7. Anne (The Narnian)
8. Amy @ Hope Is the Word (The Trouble with May Amelia)
9. Amy @ Hope Is the Word (Little Blue Truck)
10. Amy @ Hope Is the Word (Hopper and Wilson & At This Very Moment)
11. Becky (Our Only May Amelia by Jennifer Holm)
12. Becky (True Grit by Charles Portis)
13. Becky (The Golden Spiders by Rex Stout)
14. Becky (Crocodile on the Sandbank)
15. Becky (Penelopiad by Margaret Atwood)
16. Carina @ Reading Through Life (Some Dream for Fools)
17. Carina @ Reading Through Life (The Filter Bubble)
18. Carina @ Reading Through Life (Candy Girl)
19. Carina @ Reading Through Life (The Girl Who Was On Fire)
20. Barbara H. (The Deepest Waters)
21. Barbara H. (Women’s Ministry In the Local Church)
22. Beth@Weavings (Gospel-Powered Parenting)
23. Beth@Weavings (Making Brothers and Sisters Best Friends)
24. Cindy Swanson (Doomsday Book)
25. Embejo (A Fine Balance)
26. SuziQoregon @ Whimpulsive (Good People)
27. SuziQoregon @ Whimpulsive (Purity in Death)
28. Donovan @ Where Pen Meets Paper (God and the Evil of Scarcity)
29. FleurFisher (The Herring in the Library & Others)
30. FleurFisher (When God was a Rabbit)
31. Janet (An Experiment in Criticism)
32. JHS (Finding Frances GIVEAWAY)
33. JHS (Skinny GIVEAWAY)
34. JHS (Miss Julia Speaks Her Mind)
35. JHS (Exposure)
36. ibeeeg @ Polishing Mud Balls (Starcrossed)
37. Word Lily (When Sparrows Fall)
38. Zee @ Notes from the North (Tales from Outer Suburbia)
39. Mental multitivitamin (Reading life review)
40. Mental multitivitamin (Chapbook: Sherlock Holmes)
41. jama’s alphabet soup (Hot, Hot Roti for Dada-ji)
42. Beckie @ By The Book (Pompeii)
43. Beckie@ByTheBook (Fine Art of Insincerity)
44. Lazygal (Emily of Deep Valley)
45. Lazygal (To Say Nothing of the Dog)
46. Lazygal (The Imperfectionists)
47. Lazygal (Mere Humanity)
48. SmallWorld Reads (Pride and Prejudice)
49. melydia (How I Live Now)
50. melydia (How I Stole Johnny Depp’s Alien Girlfriend)
51. melydia (Whom God Would Destroy)
52. Amber Stults (Water for Elephants)
53. BookBelle (Up From The Blue)
54. Sheri @ Life on the Farm (Dancing to the Precipice)
55. Jezebel Lee @ Jez’s Bookcase (The Carrie Diaries)
56. Nicola (John F Kennedy The Making of a Leader)
57. Nicola (MAOH, Juvenile Remix, Vol. 5)
58. Nicola (Genesis by Bernard Beckett)
59. Nicola (Little Henry to the Rescue by Eleanor Graham)
60. Nicola (Tegami Bachi: Letter Bee, Vol. 5 by Hiroyuki Asada)
61. Nicola (DC Super-Pets! Heroes of the High Seas)
62. Yvann (Room)
63. Yvann (The Goddess Test)
64. Yvann (The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake)
65. Becky (As I Wake by Elizabeth Scott)
66. Becky (A Monster Calls by Patrick Ness)
67. Becky (In Grandma’s Attic by Arleta Richardson)
68. Becky (More Stories from Grandma’s Attic by Arleta Richardson)
69. Becky (Beauty Queens by Libba Bray)
70. A Foodie Bibliophile in Wanderlust (A Pug’s Tale)
71. Benjie @ Book ‘Em Benj-O (12 Challenges Churches Face)
72. Becky (Legend by Marie Lu)
73. Woman of the House (A Murder Is Announced by Agatha Christie)
74. Gina @ Bookscount(A Conversation with God)
75. Diary of an Eccentric (The Sea and Poison)
76. Diary of an Eccentric (Dance Lessons)
77. Woman of the House (Tuesday Club Murders by Agatha Christie)

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Poem #40: Mother, I Cannot Mind My Wheel by Walter Savage Landor, 1829

Linked to Poetry Friday at The Writer’s Armchair.

Mother, I cannot mind my wheel;
My fingers ache, my lips are dry:
O, if you felt the pain I feel!
But O, who ever felt as I?

No longer could I doubt him true –
All other men may use deceit;
He always said my eyes were blue,
And often swore my lips were sweet.

OK, commenters and poets, ‘splain.

The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien, chapter 4: Over Hill and Under Hill

Chapter 1, An Unexpected Party
Chapter 2, Roast Mutton.
Chapter 3, A Short Rest.

We were surprised to start out chapter four with a “thunder-battle” and “stone-giants”, both of which are entities not encountered in LOTR. Z-baby asked what stone giants were, to which I replied that my annotations indicate that “it seems probable that they can be interpreted as a type of troll.” Tolkien himself said that the thunder-battle and the stone-giants throwing their boulders about carelessly were “based on a bad night during his 1911 walking tour in the mountains of Switzerland.”

“There is nothing like looking, if you want to find something (or so Thorin said to the young dwarves). You certainly find something, if you look, but it is not always quite the something you were after. So it proved on this occasion.”

What the dwarves are looking for is safety from the storm and the stones, but what they find, of course, are goblins. They are all captured by goblins, their poor ponies most likely eaten by goblins, and then Gandalf comes to the rescue again with a bit of fireworks and blue smoke and then later, the sword Orcrist, Goblin-cleaver, or simply, Biter.

In the course of the action, the company more or less escape from the goblins, and Gandalf kills the Great Goblin king. However, the chapter ends with Bilbo being knocked off of Dori’s shoulders by a sneaky goblin into the darkness with a head bump that renders him unconscious.

Z-baby begged me to continue reading, but my voice was tired, and Bilbo “remembered nothing more” for the moment. So it was a place to leave him, if not exactly safe, at least not knowing his predicament. Resolution and rescue would have to wait for another day and chapter five.

I’m so excited: we’re about to meet Gollum.

The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien, chapter 3: A Short Rest

Chapter 1, An Unexpected Party
Chapter 2, Roast Mutton.

In chapter three, Bilbo and the dwarves and Gandalf have a brief respite in Elrond’s country, the Last Homely House west of the Mountains, or Rivendell.

“Now it is a strange thing, but things that are good to have and days that are good to spend are soon told about and not much to listen to; while things that are uncomfortable, palpitating, and even gruesome, may make a good tale, and take a deal of telling anyway. They stayed long in that good house, fourteen days at least, and they found it hard to leave. Bilbo would gladly have stopped there for ever and ever—even supposing a wish would have taken him right back to his hobbit-hole without trouble. Yet there is little to tell about their stay.”

So this chapter really is a rest and a sort of a bridge to the next adventure (goblins). And yet, a few things happen that will be important later on in the story. Gandalf and Thorin learn that the swords that they took from the trolls’ treasure trove are “very old swords of the High Elves of the West,” made to cleave goblins. And the entire company learns that Thror’s map has runes that can only be seen on a midsummer’s eve in a crescent moon:“Stand by the grey stone when the thrush knocks, and the setting sun with the last light of Durin’s Day will shine upon the keyhole.”

Z-baby keeps trying to connect the places and people we read about in The Hobbit to the places and people and events in the LOTR movies. She asked if Elrond was the same Elrond who presided over the Council in LOTR. She connected Gloin, one of the dwarves who is in Bilbo’s company, with Gimli, son of Gloin, one of the Nine in LOTR. We looked at a map to try to distinguish Bilbo’s journey to the Lonely Mountain from Frodo’s journey to Mordor. They both started out from Hobbiton and went across the Wilderlands to Rivendell. After that, I believe they parted ways, with Bilbo headed more directly east or a bit northeast across (under) the Misty Mountains and through Mirkwood toward the Lonely Mountain and Frodo going more south and then southeast to the mines of Moria and then to Rohan and eventually to Mordor.

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We are very much enjoying our Hobbit-time each day, or at least each day that we can manage to work it into the schedule. And I would very much like to spend a fortnight in Rivendell, if anyone knows how that could be arranged.

“All of them, the ponies as well, grew refreshed and strong in a few days there. Their clothes were mended as well as their bruises, their tempers and their hopes. Their bags were filled with food and provisions light to carry but strong to bring them over the mountain passes. Their plans were improved with the best advice. So the time came to midsummer eve, and they were to go on again with the early sun on midsummer morning.”

Yesterday Once More: The Carpenters

I was listening to my Carpenters Pandora radio today, and I had an idea that it would be fun to share some of my more obscure favorite songs. If you’re younger than I am, and you probably are since I’ve passed the median point of normal female life span, you may not recognize many of the songs I post on here. Roll with it. You may find something that makes you smile.

I saw today on Twitter that Ginger at GReads has a feature she calls Tune in Tuesday, so I thought I’d roll with that and share my totally arcane and nearly forgotten songs, mostly from the 60’s and 70’s (twentieth century), on Tuesdays. I looked at the music that people, mostly book bloggers, shared last week, and I’m sure I’ll be in the minority in my musical offerings.

The first song and the first group aren’t exactly obscure, but they were and are easily my favorite voices to listen to. I love(d) The Carpenters. I love Karen Carpenter’s voice because she sings in my range, low to mid-range. And of course, I love it because it makes me sound good when I sing along. And I do sing along, in the car, full volume, windows down, embarrassing the heck out of my kids.

By the way I’m all about the lyrics because I’m a Word Person. So I’ll probably post the lyrics to the songs I share because without the lyrics it’s just . . music.

When I was young
I’d listen to the radio
Waitin’ for my favorite songs
When they played I’d sing along
It made me smile

Those were such happy times
And not so long ago
How I wondered where they’d gone
But they’re back again
Just like a long lost friend
All the songs I loved so well

Every sha-la-la-la
Every wo-o-wo-o
Still shines
Every shing-a-ling-a-ling
That they’re startin’ to sing’s
So fine

When they get to the part
Where he’s breakin’ her heart
It can really make me cry
Just like before
It’s yesterday once more

Lookin’ back on
How it was in years gone by
And the good times that I had
Makes today seem rather sad
So much has changed

It was songs of love
That I would sing to then
And I’d memorize each word
Those old melodies
Still sound so good to me
As they melt the years away

Every Sha-la-la-la
Every Wo-o-wo-o
Still shines
Every shing-a-ling-a-ling
That they’re startin’ to sing’s
So fine

All my best memories
Come back clearly to me
Some can even make me cry
Just like before
It’s yesterday once more

Every Sha-la-la-la
Every Wo-o-wo-o
Still shines
Every shing-a-ling-a-ling
That they’re startin’ to sing’s
So fine . . .

The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien, chapter 2: Roast Mutton

Chapter 1, An Unexpected Party

In a 1977 speech to the Tolkien Society in England, Tolkien’s second son, Michael, said that as children, he, his two brothers, and his sister had each, at some point in their development, thought that the Troll chapter was the best chapter in the book. He continued, “We thought there was something rather nice about Trolls, and it was a pity they had to be turned to stone at all.” ~The Annotated Hobbit, annotated by Douglas A. Anderson.

Z-baby says it’s “the kind of story that you remember whenever you think about it later.”

Indeed. In this chapter, the dwarves and Bilbo get into their first fix, Gandalf rescues them (not for the last time), Bilbo tries his hand at petty burglary, and we are introduced to trolls, the first villains of the Wild places that Bilbo and his friends have chosen to traverse.

At first they had passed through hobbit-lands, a wide respectable country inhabited by decent folk, with good roads, an inn or two, and now and then a dwarf or a farmer ambling by on business. Then they came to lands where people spoke strangely, and sang songs Bilbo had never heard before. Now they had gone on far into the Lone-lands, where there were no people left, no inns, and the roads grew steadily worse. Not far ahead were dreary hills, rising higher and higher, dark with trees.

Sometimes an Adventure doesn’t feel much like an Adventure anymore, but rather more like a dreariness and a muchness of a slough. It’s how I’ve been feeling a lot these days: no people, no inns, and muddy, mucky road ahead. And if I were a pessimist (which I sometimes am), I would predict Trolls on the horizon, too. In the words of Bilbo Baggins:”‘Bother burgling and everything to do with it! I wish I was at home in my nice hole by the fire, with the kettle just beginning to sing!’ It was not the last time that he wished that!”

Oh, for nice hobbit-hole, with a library of books, and a bit of jolly conversation and music for when it’s cold outside or when I’m feeling lonesome, but no dirt or danger or bad decisions or sore muscles or Wild Trolls. It sounds heavenly, doesn’t it? But then again, God didn’t make this world a safe, little hobbit-hole, and maybe it’s best He didn’t. We were made for home and for heaven, but we were also built for adventure and challenge. Who ever said that heaven, although sometimes the metaphor is “rest” and “peace”, isn’t a place where we will still have mountains to climb and even trolls to fight? In Lewis’s The Last Battle, the heavenly travelers are called to go “further up and further in.” The adventure continues.

So maybe all I need is a miracle or two (where is Gandalf when you need him?), and a short rest, which happens to be the title of the next chapter.

Oh, and I agree that the story of the trolls is one of the best and most memorable parts of the book. However, I prefer my trolls turned to stone at the break of dawn.