Salman Rushdie’s Midnight’s Children

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Salman Rushdie’s Midnight Children

Taken from Book Group: A Stranger Here Myself,
“Saleem begins the story of his life with his birth: the stroke of midnight, August 15, 1947, at the exact moment India gained its independence from British rule. Then he immediately backs up and begins again with his grandfather, emphasizing the importance of genetic heritage, legacies, identity. ‘I must commence the business of remaking my life from the point at which it really began.'”

When and with what image would YOU begin your own life story? Why would you start there?

 

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It’s Seussville!

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http://www.seussville.com/

Seuss.

If you want to pronounce the name the way his family did, say Zoice,not Soose. Seuss is a Bavarian name, and was his mother’s maiden name: Henrietta Seuss’s parents emigrated from Bavaria (part of modern-day Germany) in the nineteenth century. Seuss was also his middle name.

Theodor Seuss Geisel — known as “Ted” to family and friends — liked to say that he adopted the name “Dr. Seuss” because he was saving his real name for the Great American Novel he would one day write. But that’s probably not true. When talking to the media, Geisel was more interested in telling a good story than he was in telling a true story.

The true story is also a good one, as we learn in Judith and Neil Morgan’s excellent biography Dr. Seuss & Mr. Geisel (the primary source for what you are now reading). During his senior year at Dartmouth College, Ted Geisel and nine of his friends were caught drinking gin in his room. This was the spring of 1925, and the dean put them all on probation for violating the laws of Prohibition. He also stripped Geisel of his editorship of Jack-O-Lantern — the college’s humor magazine — where Ted published his cartoons. To evade punishment, Ted Geisel began publishing cartoons under aliases: L. Pasteur, D.G. Rossetti ’25, T. Seuss, and Seuss. These cartoons mark the first time he signed his work “Seuss.”

As a magazine cartoonist, he began signing his work under the mock-scholarly title of “Dr. Theophrastus Seuss” in 1927. He shortened that to “Dr. Seuss” in 1928. In acquiring his professional pseudonym, he also gained a new pronunciation. Most Americans pronounce the name Soose, and not Zoice. And that’s how Ted Geisel became Dr. Seuss.
Dr.?

Dr. Seuss was not a doctor. Ted Geisel did consider pursuing a Ph.D. in English: After graduating from Dartmouth, he went to Oxford, where he studied literature from 1925 to 1926. I use the term “studied” loosely. Though his Oxford notebooks include some notes on the lectures, they reveal a much greater propensity for doodling.

One day after class, his classmate Helen Palmer looked over at his notebook.

“You’re crazy to be a professor. What you really want to do is draw,” she told him. “That’s a very fine flying cow!”

They got engaged, and she finished her M.A. Ted briefly contemplated becoming a scholar of the Irish satirist Jonathan Swift, but he realized that Helen was right. He really did want to draw. So, he left higher education, they returned to the U.S., and he became a cartoonist.

In 1955, Dartmouth gave him his first honorary doctorate. He would eventually receive several more honorary degrees, including one from Princeton. By pursuing his love of drawing, Ted Geisel became one of the few people to earn a Ph.D. by dropping out of graduate school.
Quick, Henry, the Flit!

Success was not immediate. Ted married Helen in 1927, and they moved into a walk-up apartment on New York’s Lower West Side while he tried to establish himself as a cartoonist. After a year of scraping by, Ted chanced upon the career that would make him famous: advertising. It all began when he happened to use a popular insecticide for a punchline. For a 1928 issue of Judge magazine, Seuss drew a cartoon in which a knight remarks, “Darn it all, another dragon. And just after I’d sprayed the whole castle with Flit!” The wife of an advertising executive saw the cartoon and asked her husband to hire Seuss to write ads for Flit.

In a typical Flit cartoon, large mosquitoes converge on a child at a picnic. His mother cries, “Quick, Henry, the Flit!” Father (Henry) looks for the Flit to save the day. In another, a ventriloquist’s dummy sees a giant insect heading for him. To the astonishment of the ventriloquist, the dummy shouts, “Quick, Henry, the Flit!”

Dr. Seuss’s ad campaign was a hit. “Quick, Henry, the Flit!” was the “Got Milk?” or the “Where’s the Beef?” of its day — a catchphrase that everyone knew. As Robert Cahn wrote in his 1957 profile of Seuss, “‘Quick Henry, the Flit’ became a standard line of repartee in radio jokes. A song was based on it. The phrase became a part of the American vernacular for use in emergencies. It was the first major advertising campaign to be based on humorous cartoons.”

Seuss went on to create ads for Holly Sugar, NBC, Ford, General Electric, and many others. For the next thirty years, advertising would remain Ted Geisel’s main source of income. The Cat in the Hat would change all that.
“You make ’em. I’ll amuse ’em”

The Cat in the Hat (1957) was Seuss’s thirteenth children’s book. And to Think That I Saw It on Mulberry Street (1937) was his first. He wrote an even earlier, unpublished children’s book in 1931.

Why did he decide to write for children? Geisel often said that a clause in his contract with Standard Oil (makers of Flit) prohibited him from undertaking many other types of writing, but not from writing children’s books. As he told scholar and Dartmouth librarian Edward Connery Lathem in 1975, “I would like to say I went into children’s book writing because of my great understanding of children. I went in because it wasn’t excluded by my Standard Oil contract.”

This might be true. However, given his tendency to embellish, there may be other truths he’s avoiding. Geisel wrote his first children’s book in the same year that Helen learned she could not have children.

To silence friends who bragged about their own children, Ted liked to boast of the achievements of their imaginary daughter, Chrysanthemum-Pearl. He even dedicated The 500 Hats of Bartholomew Cubbins (1938) — his second children’s book — to “Chrysanthemum-Pearl (aged 89 months, going on 90).” He included her on Christmas cards, along with Norval, Wally, Wickersham, Miggles, Boo-Boo, Thnud, and other purely fictional children. For a photograph used on one year’s Christmas card, Geisel even invited in half a dozen neighborhood kids to pose as his and Helen’s children. The card reads, “All of us over at Our House / Wish all of you over at / Your House / A very Merry Christmas,” and is signed “Helen and Ted Geisel and the kiddies.”

Perhaps curious to know what his own kiddies might have been like, in 1939 he and business partner Ralph Warren tried to invent an Infantograph, which promised to show how a couple’s children would look. Although they never quite got it to work, Geisel did write advertising copy for the camera’s expected debut at the World’s Fair: “IF YOU MARRIED THAT GAL YOU’RE WALKING WITH, WHAT WOULD YOUR CHILDREN LOOK LIKE? COME IN AND HAVE YOUR INFANTOGRAPH TAKEN!”

His fourth children’s book, Horton Hatches the Egg (1940), is about an adoptive father. Horton looks after Mayzie’s egg and, when it hatches, becomes the newborn elephant-bird’s parent.

People often asked Dr. Seuss how he, a childless person, could write so well for children. His standard response: “You make ’em. I’ll amuse ’em.” The question ignores the fact that many great children’s writers had no children of their own: Lewis Carroll, Edward Lear, Beatrix Potter, Margaret Wise Brown, Crockett Johnson, and Maurice Sendak, to name a few. That said, Seuss’s funny answer may conceal a private sadness. As he told his niece Peggy, “it was not that we didn’t want to have children. That wasn’t it.”

Or he may be telling the truth about the Standard Oil contract. Or both may be true.

When he married the former Audrey Stone, who in 1968 would become his second wife, Ted Geisel acquired two stepdaughters: fifteen-year-old Lark and eleven-year-old Lea. However, for over half of his career as a children’s author, Dr. Seuss had no children.
And to Think That I Saw It on Mulberry Street

No one wanted to publish his first children’s book — an ABC of fanciful creatures, including the long-necked whizzleworp and the green-striped cholmondelet. Several years later, he tried once more with a new book. Again, publisher after publisher turned it down.

The new book had seemed like a good idea. Aboard a ship, crossing the Atlantic in 1936, Geisel kept himself entertained by putting words to the rhythms of the ship’s engines: “And to think that I saw it on Mulberry Street.” This phrase grew into a story of a young boy named Marco imagining an increasingly fantastic parade. When Geisel arrived back home, he revised the text, added illustrations, and created a picture book.

Depending on the version of the story he tells, either 20, 26, 27, 28, or 29 publishers rejected the book. Geisel was walking down Madison Avenue, about to throw the book away, when he ran into former classmate Mike McClintock, who had just been appointed juvenile editor of Vanguard Press. McClintock promptly took him up to his office (Vanguard’s offices were on Madison), where they signed a contract for Mulberry Street. As Geisel puts it, “That’s one of the reasons I believe in luck. If I’d been going down the other side of Madison Avenue, I would be in the dry cleaning business today!” Would Seuss really have gone into the dry cleaning business? That’s unlikely. But the “dry cleaning” line makes for a better story.



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Featured Author: José Saramago

3723-jose-saramago“Being fired was the best luck of my life. It made me stop and reflect. It was the birth of my life as a writer.”

Gifted with words, José de Sousa Saramago wandered about, trying out a host of other social roles – mechanic, civil servant, production manager at a publishing company, editor, literary critic – before puncturing a three-decade balloon (by getting fired!) and releasing his fiction out into the world. He had grown up in poverty – every spring, his mother would reportedly pawn out their blankets, in the hopes of redeeming them before the next winter – and came to be known for his stances against globalization and the oppressive nature of governments.

The Portuguese is the UPOU Book Club’s Featured Author this week, as we all watch September and its historical footnotes flicker quietly across our social media universe.

Saramago, who died at age 87, has been described in many ways: a “militant atheist”, an “unfaltering Communist”, someone “both an avant-gardist and a traditionalist”, a “radical”, the “son of landless peasants”, a “connoisseur of ironies”, and a “voice of European skepticism”. But among the many identifiers and accolades, there is one (coming from his translator) that any writer would dream of – he has been called a “complete original”.

When he won the 1998 Nobel Prize for Literature, he recalled his grandparents:

“In winter when the cold of the night grew to the point of freezing the water in the pots inside the house, they went to the sty and fetched the weaklings among the piglets, taking them to their bed. Under the coarse blankets, the warmth from the humans saved the little animals from freezing and rescued them from certain death. Although the two were kindly people, it was not a compassionate soul that prompted them to act in that way: what concerned them, without sentimentalism or rhetoric, was to protect their daily bread, as is natural for people who, to maintain their life, have not learnt to think more than is needful.”

This “sardonic peasant pragmatism” has been Saramago’s ticket to literary immortality. His works are peppered with the tensions between what is real and what is not real, and to taste them in works like Baltasar and Blimunda, The Stone Raft, Seeing and Blindness is to be reminded that, yes, not all things have been written about.

Saramago also plays with religious themes, and does so in a way that is utterly captivating, if not shaking, as one can find in The Gospel According to Christ or Cain. He recreates scenes in a manner that makes a reader thankful there are writers – with eyes utterly their own – drifting from and through the world.

The next time you pass by any of his books in a store or a shelf, crack it open to the first page and peek for a quick read. Oh, commas have never looked more beautiful.

In The Presence of My Enemies

This famous memoir about Gracia and Martin Burnham, New Tribes Mission missionaries to the Philippines, is a difficult read.

But difficult is an understatement. Published on January 1, 2003,  less than a year after Gracia Burnham was released from captivity from the hands of the Abu Sayyaf, this story brings you to various heights of emotions that by the time you finish the book, you’ve already questioned the universe why bad things happen to good people.

The story starts from the time Gracia and Martin Burnham met in college, and then the narrative transitions romantically to the day they went on a date, the wedding proposal, their decision to have children and up to the time when Martin Burnham accepted the job as a pilot for the New Tribes Mission in the Philippines.

The book is written by Gracia Burnham so unassumingly, without pretensions and need for complexity since at the core of this memoir is the writer’s heart being offered to the world. One would read the travails of a concerned wife especially during the time when an Abu Sayyaf member banged on their door and demanded that they follow him. She was worried that they would be brought someplace else and Martin was not wearing any shirt. Or that her wedding ring would be found and that it would be taken away from her.

Deep in the heart of the book is survival. There were times when you could just imagine how they’d have to excrete all the food they’d eat in a day since the Abu Sayyaf never built latrines whenever they camp out in an area. Or how they’d survive days without food. Sometimes it’s even harder to imagine how they’d react when one of their friends, who were kidnapped along with them from Dos Palmas resort in Palawan, is beheaded by the terrorists. Or the gnawing fear within the two missionaries that next time around, their heads would roll and that they’d never see their children grow up, get married and play with their grandkids.

Also, one could not blame Gracia Burnham for writing so honestly about the Philippine Army’s “lack of imagination” sometimes, especially when the government troops would just drop a bomb during an encounter not being mindful that they could kill civilians or even them.

There was this fast-paced, traumatic scene in the book when Gracia Burnham narrated an encounter in the hospital. From Dos Palmas Resort where they were kidnapped, they were brought via motor boat to Basilan. And then they were made to walk miles and miles in the jungle to a hospital. In the hospital, the government was made aware of the presence of the Abu Sayyaf and so an encounter ensued. It was during this encounter that Gracia Burnham witnessed a man being shot, blood oozing out from his mouth but his eyes were still open. So what she did was she covered the man’s body with a blanket so as not for her and Martin to be freaked out but also as a sign of respect for the dead.

The whole reading experience is a bit of a roller-coaster ride but one that would give you ample time to wipe your tears using your sleeves or the back of your hand or your Kleenex.

And towards the end, especially during that moment when you would feel like cheering because the government troops have come and have saved the day, you would also feel a sense of loss for a character that’s so beautifully and accurately written by Gracia you’d ask the universe why.

In the summary of the book, this statement could be read: “Whatever the struggles of your life, you’ll find encouragement and hope in this refreshingly honest story of a yearlong struggle with the darkness that inhabits the human heart.”

This is true. And prepare your hanky.

Image source: Tyndale Media Center
Image source: Tyndale Media Center