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An Interview with David Schmahmann, author of The Double Life of Alfred Buber

Why is Alfred Buber an important character for modern readers?

Alfred Buber’s story is a riff off several things: isolation, male loneliness, a feeling some of us may have that for others life is richer, more sensual, more rewarding than it ever will be for us. Buber is frozen by that feeling, by the sense that he is a spectator at his own life, shut out of any chance at love, at being wanted, at feeling full and satisfied.

He mistakes these feelings, I think, for desire, and I believe many men do this: conflate loneliness with desire, as if connection with a woman, finding a woman, sexually bonding with a woman, will somehow end the emptiness. As Buber puts it, in men loneliness acquires a sexual tinge.

It’s Buber’s own story, of course, how his quest unfolds, but maybe in the crooked telling of it, the double lives and inadvertent lies, Buber reveals something universal: men’s desire for women is unyielding, relentless, and as often as not a proxy for much more complex needs.

As a lawyer practicing in Burma, what are some of the cases you’ve handled?

I first went to Burma to link up with a friend who had opened a Rangoon office for his law firm just after Aung San Suu Kyi was released from house arrest the first time. We had in mind to build a robust international practice and be prepared for what we thought would be an onslaught of foreign firms anxious to do business in an evolving, resource rich, and developing economy.

It was not to be. The government never did, really liberalize anything, despite grand sounding visions, nor take its boot off the neck of business, let alone its own people. As time passed companies left rather than came, or were forced to leave, western entrepreneurs vanished and were replaced by Chinese, Japanese and others, and it became clear that the obstacles to our building a viable practice were insurmountable.

What we did do, as American lawyers, was develop relationships with Burmese lawyers whom we trusted, and retain some very talented younger Burmese lawyers on staff, so that we would have been in a position to provide advice to international clients on the business environment, laws, and pathways to success. The firm to some extent continued to do this for a number of years, but I didn’t persevere, though I have warm feelings towards many people in Rangoon, and look back on the time I spent there with great fondness and nostalgia. (Well, I look back on just about everything with nostalgia. It’s the present I have problems with.)

In the movie Reversal of Fortune, Alan Dershowitz advises Claus von Bülow against telling his side of the story, since telling the truth would put the lawyer in an awkward position.  Does Alfred Buber’s truth telling place him at greater risk?

By the time he tells his story Buber no longer cares about risk, how he is regarded, or anything else, including his own life. He makes a commitment to tell his story accurately, and to do his penance by laying out his flaws and weaknesses for all to see. But in doing so he exposes more than he thinks he does because his story doesn’t add up, eventually reveals his illusions too, and how the track on which his thoughts run is not completely coincident with reality.

Of course being too honest puts one at risk whenever there are disputed versions of a single set of facts. Lawyers know this – memory is very shaky – but good lawyers are quite adept at sizing up how a client’s story – however honest or well intentioned – may be received.

And I would never disagree with Professor Dershowitz on anything law related anyway.

Many reviewers have likened the book to the writing of Vladimir Nabokov.  How do you deal with living in Nabokov’s shadow?

I love Lolita, and since there is some similarity in subject matter I’m not terribly surprised at the comparison, but I’m not a beneficiary of it. When a reviewer chooses to make the comparison between me and Nabokov, the enquiry then devolves to a single question: Am I as good as Nabokov, or am I not?  How could I possible come out ahead in such a contest?

I would say, in all bluntness, that my thinking, my story, my tone even, is meant to evoke J. Alfred Prufrock rather than Humbert Humbert. Those wonderful lines in Prufrock where he obsesses about the women he encounters in sedate London parlors, about how the fine hair on their arms catches his eye, about how they may see him, about how shallow their interests seem to be and how isolated and distressed he is, these are Buber’s themes. Buber’s default into what he thinks is desire – Nabokov’s territory – is just that: a default. His mind set, his dilemma, are not Humbert’s.

Buber is, like Prufrock, a perfect English gentleman. He certainly isn’t a pederast: he thinks of berating, in fact, the owner of a Bangkok bar for allowing a too-young girl to work there.

Have you ever been to Thailand?  If so, what were you impressions?

I went as a tourist many years ago, and then more recently when I had the opportunity to work in Burma I visited several times. I have also spent time in the north of the country, near the Burma border, visiting refugee camps and friends who work there, and I’m active with a group that supports Burmese refugees who live just inside the Thai border.

I came to know Bangkok quite well, and I have a great affection for many things there. There is something about the city that has overpowering charm: the Thais are as physically graceful as people get, in my view, have ways of behaving and thinking that are difficult for a casual visitor to access and are therefore endlessly interesting, and Bangkok is spotted with magnificent temples and statuary and stores filled with dusty treasures there for the finding. There is also a steamy, sensual undercurrent to it, a bluntness, a candor, that I admire.

Sex, women, desire, lust, the profane thread that suffuses everything but that is usually either denied or treated with adolescent titillation, is brazenly confronted in Bangkok. Personally, I find the image of a Bangkok bargirl trolling for fellatio customers less vulgar than Paris Hilton’s smile.

In a previous interview, you stated that the book came from a non-judgmental perspective.  How does this contrast with the place of judgment in law?

In law, the matter is always binary: one side wins, the other loses. Mature lawyers are often able to anticipate what the odds are of one or the other, and to find some appropriate middle ground on which to resolve differences. I’ve become quite good at that, in all immodesty, in sizing up disputes and trying to anticipate where the midpoint is, how it should end.

In my travels, in my books, I’m talking about something quite different. I’m by no means a moral relativist  – I believe in right and wrong, that there are some absolutes – but I have no patience for blue-stockings and self-righteous moralists. I don’t pass judgment on Alfred Buber, on men who behave as he does, or on Nok and women who make the choices she does, just as I have a very removed perspective on peoples’ private decisions: I care as much what color you paint your living room as I care about whom you have sex with (as long as you own the room, and the other person or people consent), and I don’t pass judgment on the kind of sex tourists who drift about in Buber, nor their licentious behavior. There are bigger problems in the world than carnal trading.

If anything I’m most acidic in the novel about the moralists who torment Buber in his own law firm, rather than about anything Buber himself may think or do.

What are your thoughts on how Americans view sexuality?

The question’s hard because it presupposes there is any one view. I’d start by saying, I suppose, that Buber is not really about sex at all but about male loneliness, personal alienation, a misguided journey by one man who seeks to find solace in sex when his desires have very little to do with sex itself. In the novel Buber makes clear that even as he sets out with fantasies of sensual escapades, no sooner does one actually present itself than he retreats into his old prissy persona, and promptly falls in love – not lust by any measure – with a young women who personifies for him the exact opposite of the raucous sexuality that surrounds him.

I think many people, perhaps the dominant culture too, trivialize sex, treat sexuality as a voyeuristic commercial oddity, reduce the sex act to a past-time, a punch line, a battle-station in some strange, unpleasant, jostling for dominance and relevance. As we retreat to our homes, our computer tables, our post-industrial, post-feminist, post information-age irrelevance, romantic love becomes tangled with isolation and computer-assisted fantasy, and a generation soaked in soulless high school hookups leads the way for sex to become as mundane as sweating.

I think we live in strange times.

Who are some of your favorite authors?

For many years I was an ardent fan of Lawrence Durrell (The Black Book; Tunc and Nunquam; The Alexander Quartet, and others) and of his friend Henry Miller. I still am. I reread and reread those books. I’m a huge Wodehouse fan, an admirer of Evelyn Waugh, Somerset Maugham, D.H. Lawrence, Nobokov …. An eclectic mix, in short. I also read an awful lot of non-fiction.

What other projects are you working on at the moment?

I have young children and a busy law practice, and those features tend to slow down my writing. It’s not a matter of time, so much, as it is mindset. I find that my best work happens when I retire from daily preoccupations and settle into my story without distraction.

I am though working on a novel I’ve tentatively called The Color of Skin.  Like my first novel, Empire Settings, it’s set in South Africa, and like Empire it concerns this issue of interracial love. But the story is much more visceral: about the modern consequences of the relatively simple, unacknowledged fact that the early Victorian explorers in south eastern Africa couldn’t keep their hands off the Zulu women.

How it came about, how it may have felt, how a descendant may deal with the mixed messages that have resulted from these relations over the years, makes for wonderful reading. I think it will make for a really compelling novel.

Play Fair! The Art of Friendship and Relationship by Kimberly A. Taylor

    One doesn’t have to walk far into a bookstore to get assaulted with self-help books and memoirs.  Much like people with blogs, everyone thinks they have something valuable to say.  In addition to memoirs by randomly generated Kardashians the upcoming election season brings with it the fatuous “campaign biography” ghostwritten by the candidate’s staffers not currently concocting an attack ad or planting a piece of journalism with a compliant member of the Fourth Estate.  It is with relief that Kimberly A. Taylor’s hybrid memoir/self-help book is available.  Play Fair! The Art of Relationship and Friendship presents the reader with a fusion of personal reminisces and informative sections on how to deal with others.

Play Fair! begins with Kimberly at age four chiding a fellow classmate for taking away a toy.  Throughout this small book (only 84 pages), we see Kimberly’s assertiveness and confidence.  Her extroverted personality eventually led her to a Fulbright scholarship in the former Yugoslavia, only a couple years after the Cold War ended.  The strange culture and awkward political transition create ample opportunity for Kimberly to explain issues about interpersonal relationships.  She encounters strange laws, especially those concerning removal of large amounts of currency from former Eastern Bloc nations to Austria and Germany.  She also uses her privileged position as a visiting student to help others, including defusing potentially dangerous situations with oppressive officials and bureaucrats.  (This tiny book is a wonderful complement to William T. Vollmann’s coverage of the former Yugoslavia in his massive Rising Up and Rising Down.)

Zagreb, Croatia

     Aiding in her development is Kimberly’s acquisition of languages.  Boasting fluency in at least five languages, this allows her to streamline through dangerous or exploitative situations.  Several times, native residents comment on how she sounds like she was born there.  The languages she mastered include challenging tongues like Slovak, Czech, Hungarian, and Russian.  She also knows relatively easier languages like German and French.  (Easy by terms of comparison, since learning a language is tough.  This reviewer learned German and Latin, but found learning Arabic truly difficult and alien.)

Dr. Miller and her ad agency clients.

While language acquisition and intercultural encounters mean certain things within the academic realm, Kimberly eventually became a professor of psychology and applied it to international business.  Season 4 of Mad Men was illustrative of this very thing.  In one episode, Don Draper and his hard-drinking colleagues compete against a rival ad agency to win the Honda account.  This involved an understanding of the Japanese culture and their business ethic, not to mention reining in Roger Sterling’s racist belligerence.  (Sterling was a veteran of World War II and saw the Japanese, not as business partners, but as The Enemy.)  The season also saw the introduction of a female business psychologist, Dr. Faye Miller.  She worked with several firms in dissecting the preferences of potential customers.  She also dealt with male prejudice and many seeing her job as fake or a kind of trickery.  In the Sixties, many still saw the reliance of psychology as a manifestation of personal weakness.

The second half of the book elaborates on the notion of interpersonal interaction, specifically relationships with the client.  How should one treat an analytical personality?  Or an extroverted personality?  The explanations are terse and informative.  Since this is for the business class, the book is free of New Age-y half-baked psychobabble.  Granted, one needs self-confidence and assertiveness in the cutthroat world of modern business, but Kimberly explains how one can thrive and survive in this environment.

Play Fair! also shows that a self-published work can be done effectively.  At under 100 pages and a simple black and white cover avoids the usual opportunities for self-indulgent silliness.  The Internet is full of websites mocking badly done self-published works.  Play Fair! is professionally done with an eye towards brevity and high quality.  If the major publishers churning out Kardashian Extruded Product would do the same, perhaps they might not be in a financial scramble.

Kontains krap.

The Double Life of Alfred Buber by David Schmahmann

KUMAR(to Goldstein)Well, if you have the yellow fever tonight, there’s a rocking Asian party over at Princeton tonight.

GOLDSTEIN Man, I have the yellow plague. There’s nothing sexier than a hot Asian chick…or dude for that matter…

Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle (Danny Leiner, 2004), script by Jon Hurwitz and Hayden Schlossberg

A commodity appears at first sight an extremely obvious, trivial thing.  But its analysis brings out that it is a very strange thing, abounding in metaphysical subtleties and theological niceties.

Capital: A Critique of Political Economy (1867) by Karl Marx

A Woman of Property

David Schmahmann is another lawyer-author who joins the ranks of the Permanent Press.  His second novel, The Double Life of Alfred Buber, can be seen as a Judeo-Anglo-Rhodesian-Thai riff on Vladimir Nabokov’s iconic novel Lolita (1955).  Schmahmann, like Buber, is a product of international personality.  The author is a native South African who practices law in Brookline, Massachusetts.  Alfred Buber is the son of Jewish Communists living in Rhodesia, pariah people living in a pariah state as it were.  (Rhodesia withdrew from the British Commonwealth in 1965 to establish a white-ruled sovereign state.  Unrecognized and justifiably shunned by the world community, it lasted until 1979, when it became Zimbabwe in 1980.)

Alfred Buber grew up in Rhodesia but eventually settled in the United States to work at a prestigious law firm of Henshaw & Potter in Boston.  After many years hard labor at the firm, Buber moves from a small boardinghouse to a white mansion, a veritable marble sarcophagus.  Dissatisfied with wealth and in a rut at work, he decides to take a trip to Thailand.  In a bar called The Star of Love, Buber meets Nok.  With this fateful meeting, this overweight nearly hairless Westerner finds pleasure, relief, and the seeds of his own destruction.

Already one can see the contours of Lolita in the narrative.  Schmahmann elevates the novel from a mere facsimile of Nabokov’s best-known work and makes it his own.  In the same manner, Stevie Ray Vaughn covered the uncoverable “Voodoo Chile (Slight Return)” by Jimi Hendrix.  The unexpected delight arises from Schmahmann’s deft handling of Buber.  He begins as an overdetermined caricature and gradually transforms into a fully formed human being.  Buber’s “yellow plague” becomes less a desire for the flesh than a desperate need for companionship with another person.  His finely calibrated professional persona, the fortress-like mansion, and the complex dissembling finally begin to crack.

Tongue Thai’ed

Western fascination with Asian cultures is nothing new.  As the quote from the pan-ethnic stoner comedy Harold and Kumar explicitly states, human desires know no ethnic boundaries.  Unfortunately, Alfred Buber comes from an older generation and raised in the racially rigid society of Rhodesia, and sees his desires for an Asian woman as something hateful that must be concealed at all costs.  The worst part is not that Nok is Asian as much as she works as a prostitute.

Buber’s descriptions of Thailand are impressionistic and possess the vagueness of fable.  But this should be expected, since he is not a native and everything seems new and odd.  One can compare Buber’s impressions with the razor-sharp descriptions of Sonchai Jitpleecheep, the hero of John Burdett’s crime novel Bangkok 8 (2003).  Buber is a foreigner, a farangBangkok 8 plays like a great companion piece to Alfred Buber, since both are told in first person and Burdett’s crime novel goes into amazing depth about the Bangkok prostitution industry, as multilayered and economically vital as any other sector.

Alfred Buber’s love for Nok develops to the point where he wants her to be his bride.  The economics of prostitution and marriage collide and commingle in a series of scenes with Buber interacting with the Nok’s family and villagers.  Buber, ever the public traditionalist, negotiates with Nok’s father for her bride-price.  (It is ironic how “traditional marriage” advocates fail to mention how the earliest traditional marriages were both arranged and saw woman as property.  Then again, who can rationally discuss anything with someone possessed by Gay Panic?)  In both cases, prostitution and marriage, women are commodified.  Buber, the son of Communists, teases out the “metaphysical subtleties and theological niceties” of the situation.

Nabokov Blues

From the plot to the quality of the writing, comparing Schmahmann to Nabokov is inevitable.  In this case, it is entirely justified.  Anthony Burgess wrote about Nabokov in his book-length review of literature, The Novel Now (1967).  (Burgess also shares with Nabokov, at least with American readers, the notoriety of being known for only one book, despite being prolific.)  Burgess writes that Nabokov is both “pedantic and cosmopolitan” who writes in “the involved, dense, witty, learned, allusive English that disappointed the smut-hound readers of Lolita.”

Buber shares the trait many Nabokovian characters share, finding “the only alternative to perversity, with its magical and terrible privileges, is banality.”  One can see this in Alfred Buber, his near-reverential desires for Nok contrasted with the artifice of propriety and decency.  (Side question: Why do we yearn for our financial betters to be so utterly boring?  And why do we feign outrage when they aren’t?  The hypocrisy cuts both ways.)

An example of Buber at his most tender is in order.  Here Buber describes Nok with a tenderness and joy one usually doesn’t associate with clients of prostitutes:

Buber holds her narrow brown foot in the air as she lies on the bed under a single sheet, traces the curve of her calf with his finger.  What is it, what, I obsess, about this slender curve, this smooth brown muscle, that holds me so entranced?  It cannot be lust alone.  I have had her, recently, cannot penetrate her again and grab any pleasure further pleasure in it, and yet this curve, this calf, holds me still, dominates me, entrances me beyond description.  Or the hardness of the back of her thigh, the very fine, almost impenetrable follicles that give texture to her skin.  I run a finger there and I want it too, endlessly, for myself.  I have her, for a pittance, for today, for tomorrow, for a week or a month if I choose, and yet that is not enough. (Italics in original)

It goes on like this, alternating between an almost detached and clinical sexuality and a lush, overheated sensuality of a Baudelairean prose poem.  The passage convinced this reviewer that the novel was no simple copy of Lolita, but a worthy book in its own right.

While Nabokov is most famous for his book about the pedophile and Burgess is most famous for his book about gangs that speak strange, both writers produced a large multifaceted oeuvre.  Only reading those two books by these titans of literature does a disservice to the reader.  The same goes for David Schmahmann.  While he only has two novels to his name right now, one can only hope he, like Burgess and Nabokov, is capable of so much more.  Nabokov wrote a novel-length poem with academic commentary (Pale Fire), satires of totalitarianism (Invitation to a Beheading), and alternate history erotica (Ada, or Ardor), among many, many other volumes.  And that’s just his fiction.  This reviewer hopes David Schmahmann can be as prolific and imaginative as Nabokov, but hopefully get beyond the great author’s shadow.  It is still early in his career and this reviewer anticipates much from this gifted South African born lawyer.

My Business Is to Create: Blake’s Infinite Writing by Eric G. Wilson

Within the confines of 85 pages, Eric Wilson’s My Business Is to Create: Blake’s Infinite Writing offers a cornucopia for the aspirant writer.  The tiny book defies conventional categories, much like its subject, William Blake (1757 – 1827).  A Blake biography, a creative writing manual, and a map of influences, epigrams, and philosophy all come into play.

William Blake was a poet and artist living in the Britain, who, like his contemporary the Marquis de Sade (1740 – 1814), lived between the Age of Enlightenment and the Romantic Era.  Blake grew up as a Christian Nonconformist and struggled with making a living.  In the introductory chapter, we see how Blake’s innovative printing method took a fatal toll.  Despite his relatively short life, Blake produced a body of work, visual and textual, that has evaded critics and scholars for centuries.  His work is simultaneously religious, visionary, sexual, satirical, and politically radical.  His self-created mythology is labyrinthine and sensational, with references to everything from political events of the day to Biblical figures and a stylized visual style reminiscent of Michelangelo.

How does this figure into the process of creative writing?  One of Wilson’s assertions is that all writing is revision, not simply rewriting the first draft.  Put simply: “Writing is rewriting, and vision revision.”  Wilson, like Blake, has a gift for the epigrammatic.  Using the crude tools of language, the writer must endlessly toil in an attempt to create the sublime.  While Wilson avoids telling the writer how to create visionary works, he re-emphasizes the need for the writer to go beyond measured and observable phenomena.  He borrows Blake’s term, calling it “the ratio.”  Blake’s mythology had Urizen, the scientific dictator who set up barriers and limits.  Nevertheless, Wilson (and for that matter, Blake) are not idealist reactionaries, since they understand the need for figures like Urizen.  Visionary writing needs to be corralled and sculpted, or else it is a loose and sloppy structure.

Wilson’s book is a fresh burst of creative energy within the overcrowded field of creative writing books.  He also penned a volume that stands out from the usual dross occupying the field, since some books read like dispatches from The Sausage Factory or self-help books masquerading as creative writing books.  In the end, the demands of a publisher or agent shouldn’t matter.  The writer should write what he or she wants to write, giving free rein to their visionary impulses.  Only when writers become too self-obsessed over how many pages a chapter should have or what agents or publishers really like these days (if your name isn’t Snooki, don’t concern yourself), do writers end up producing tedious prose that sounds beige and forgettable.  As Blake said in the Marriage of Heaven and Hell, “Damn braces, bless relaxes.”

Digging Deeper: A Memoir of the Seventies, by Peter Weissman

Peter Weissman’s I Think, Therefore Who Am I? took place during the Summer of Love.  It was an intimate exploration of the Sixties, the most glorified or vilified decade in recent history, depending on how far one lives from Real America™ (patent pending).  His second volume of memoirs, Digging Deeper: a Memoir of the Seventies, chronicles Weissman’s life during a decade not liked by anyone, except perhaps the occasional roaming hipster burnishing his or her sense of ironic superiority.

The memoir begins with Weissman crawling from the muck of hallucinogenic incoherence.  Weissman’s inability to speak to others provides a dark comedic undertone to the opening chapters.  Through willpower and workplace demands, Weissman transitions from an introverted state brought about by his extensive experimentation with drugs.  One of Weissman’s first jobs is for a marketing research firm.  Verbal connections established through the short-term exchanges he has over the phone.

While working he meets Noreen again (she appeared in his previous volume of memoirs).  She helps Weissman in his reintegration to society.  Then, like clockwork, the pair become a couple and then a married couple.  One of the underlying themes in Digging Deeper is negotiating with “Normal Society.”  Weissman, a Red Diaper Baby, faces additional challenges, since the Sixties weren’t simply an extended vacation by rich college kids to take lots of drugs and sleep around (at least according to historians siding with the conservative victors).  The Sixties brought with it a revolutionary promise.  The promise remained unfulfilled, resulting in the cavalcade of characters Weissman profiles in Digging Deeper.  He works with disgruntled Postal Service employees, dines with wannabe artists, and spiritual con artists.  Realizing the revolution has been lost or simply co-opted, Weissman chronicles these engagements and negotiations with a detached precision leavened with cynical observations.

Weissman and Noreen eventually move to the Bay Area.  He works at the Post Office with a multiracial work force, including a patchwork of black and white supervisors and managers reflecting the explosive calculus of affirmative action.  The Post Office scenes have the flavor of Barney Miller-meet-the Wire, where race, class, and capital expose the fissures of the socioeconomic system in its latter years of global dominance.  The sequence where he delivers mail to wealthy patrons of an apartment complex is especially cutting, the shrill spoiled scions of money old and new sounding like the entitled dingbats from Arrested Development.  (For added irony, Noreen is the daughter of a major chemical magnate.  The magnate prides himself in his part in developing napalm, one of Vietnam’s more horrifying legacies.)  However, Weissman’s rage against the capitalist machine isn’t exactly pure.  Unable to work on his writing, supporting his wife, and dealing with the frustrations of everyday coalesce into his need to get a hobby.  That hobby is horseracing.

I Think, Therefore Who Am I? gave a street-level view of adolescent exploration during the Summer of Love.  Digging Deeper expands on that vision, examining a decade rather than a year, and showing the travails of growing up.  Forced from the Eden of psychedelic visions and personal experimentation, Weissman has to perform that alchemical miracle of turning sweat into greenbacks.

Brothers in Arms: The Story of Al-Qa’ida and the Arab Jihadists by Camille Tawil

“I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor, dumb bastard die for his country.”

Patton (1970), screenplay by Francis Ford Coppola.

“Mubarak has been an ally of ours in a number of things … I would not refer to him as a dictator.”

Vice President Joe Biden (2011)

“God is the immemorial refuge of the incompetent, the helpless, the miserable. They find not only sanctuary in His arms, but also a kind of superiority, soothing to their macerated egos: He will set them above their betters.”

H. L. Mencken (1956)

Brothers in Arms: the Story of Al-Qa’ida and the Arab Jihadists by Camille Tawil is a lucid investigation of the various threads within the modern Islamist movement.  While the media, especially television, is prone to turn Middle Eastern anti-government dissent into a monolith labeled “terrorist,” Tawil, an investigative journalist working for the al-Hayat Arabic daily in London, dissects the various theological and political rifts within the Islamist movement.

Borne within the crucible of the Afghan-Soviet War and unified by religious rhetoric and corrupt tyrants supported by the United States, the Islamist movement attracted both the devout and the sadistic.  In the words of the poet Ezra Pound,

These fought, in any case,
and some believing, pro domo, in any case ..

Some quick to arm,
some for adventure,
some from fear of weakness,
some from fear of censure,
some for love of slaughter, in imagination,
learning later …

some in fear, learning love of slaughter.

From Hugh Selwyn Mauberly (1920)

Within the context of the Arab struggle against tyranny, the Islamist movement presents itself as a constellation of paramilitary groups working within the parameters of nationalistic goals.  Besides the corrupt monarchs and dictators, the Islamists also stand in opposition to the Muslim Brotherhood’s tendency towards non-violent protest and Kemal Atatürk’s secularization of Turkey following the First World War.  One is left with the dismal choice between tyranny or theocracy.  To use a phrase familiar with benighted, defeatist, unimaginative voters: “the lesser of two evils.”  A false dichotomy ingrained into the consciousness, a Manichean rube that kills critical thought.  (One should note the single unambiguous difference between the agents of Islamist terror and members of the Christian Right: the Islamists have beards.)

Throughout the book, an underlying tension occurs between two countervailing trends.  Nationalist uprising (overthrowing the tyrannical status quo, etc.) and internationalist jihad (creating a global caliphate along 7th century lines, etc.) either compete for dominance or collude with each other.  Erstwhile secular dictators like Saddam Hussein have flirted with jihadist rhetoric to retain hold on power.  Nationalist movements have also had their secular agendas, ranging from the aforementioned Atatürk and certain factions of the Palestinian Liberation Organization (Cf. the more theocratic HAMAS, Iran’s unelected theocratic Guardian Council, and the unelected Christian Right’s relationship with the GOP).  Not every Islamist movement thought joining Osama bin Laden’s World Islamic Front was in their best interests.  Similarly, not every Islamist movement thought the turn towards attacking the United States was a good idea either, despite the United States supporting dictatorial regimes and absolute monarchies for decades.

Preserving freedom at home by supporting tyranny abroad.

This brings up two important questions: What does national liberation matter when the end goal is a global caliphate?  Granted, Islamist groups wanted to overthrow the present dictatorial regimes and install more Sharia-friendly Islamic states, but putting things in “global” terms opens the field to all sorts of utopian lunacy.  Second, given the Islamist desire to create austere theocratic regimes with the Quran as the only law, the complaints against secular dictatorships become moot.  It becomes an aesthetic debate, since tyranny and repression will be fruit of both systems.

Tawil explains how a desire to create democratic systems becomes a major sticking point between Islamist groups.  Some desire to batter the government into holding elections; others see democracy as another manifestation of the infidel.  For all the black-and-white saber rattling associated with the War on Terror, Tawil shows the difficult choices facing Islamist groups and how different goals led to groups getting torn apart.

Brothers in Arms: the Story of Al-Qa’ida and the Arab Jihadists offers an illuminating exploration of the variegated Islamist movement.  Written in 2007, the book lacks information on the more recent London and Bali bombings. The greatest irony facing the Islamist movement is its oncoming irrelevance due to the Arab Spring passing across the Middle East like the European Revolutions of 1848 and the dissolution of the Iron Curtain from 1988 to 1993.  The social networked young secular activists, despite the best efforts of the United States to sit on the fence, will do what arms and terror cannot and shove extremist terror into the dustbin of history.

Self-Referential 100th Post

Nothing like an arbitrary milestone for the blogosphere.

This is the 100th post of the Driftless Area Review.  It’s been a fun experience thus far.  I’ve met new people and started receiving free review copies.  I have enjoyed the works of the Permanent Press and enjoy the publishing philosophy of co-founder Martin Shepard.

For those interested, I will continue my two long term essay series: The Art of Reviewing and Essays on Capital.  I am currently half-way through Capital, Volume 2.  The work presents more of a challenge, since the text is more technical, dry, and math-intensive than the first volume.

Stay tuned for more book reviews, essays, and random cultural musings.

 

Internecine by David Schow @ Joe Bob Briggs

Conrad Maddox is the Vice President in charge of development for Kroeger Concepts, Ltd.

He’s an ad man who specializes in selling our dreams and desires back to us at a steep price.  On his return from a business trip, he discovers a key in his rental car.  The key belongs to a locker that contains a Halliburton-style briefcase.  The briefcase contains fake IDs, cash, a cell phone and several guns.  Conrad calls the number on the cell phone.  As they say, hilarity ensues.

David J. Schow, the Hollywood scribe who wrote Critters 3, Critters 4 and The Crow, has created a propulsive thriller filled with shoot-outs, car chases and shadowy cabals.  Imagine Don Draper from Mad Men shoved into the Seventies paranoia funhouse world of The Parallax View.  Now imagine it with jokes and observations about society that drip with cynicism and snark.

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Interview with Martin Shepard, co-founder of the Permanent Press

The Permanent Press is a small publisher based in Sag Harbor, New York.  With high standards and a small staff, the Permanent Press possesses both the longevity and critical acclaim usually associated with larger publishers.  Martin and Judy Shepard approach the business of publishing with small print runs and putting out only a dozen new titles every year.  Unlike the mainstream conglomerates, the Permanent Press is more of an artisan than an agent of mass production.

Martin Shepard, co-founder of the Permanent Press

I had the opportunity to ask Martin Shepard, co-founder of Permanent Press, some questions about the book publishing business, genre, marketing, and cultivating relationships with emerging writers.

How did Permanent Press come about?  Did you do anything prior to becoming a publisher?

I had written 10 books (nine non-fiction and one novel), when one of my memoirs, A Psychiatrist’s Head (published by Peter Wyden and long out of print) drew a lot of fire from the New York State Medical Authorities.  It was an erotic memoir and the State accused me of either “holding the profession up to ridicule” or “violating the Hippocratic oath,” either of which would be grounds for revoking my medical license.  I thought both charges were ridiculous and “hypocritical,” and challenged the charges as a violation of free speech.  And I thought I could get the memoir republished in view of the notoriety these charges brought.  But when my other former publishers (Dell, Putnam, Crown, Penthouse) declined to do so, my wife Judith and I decided to set up our own imprint and republished it with a different title: Memoirs of a Defrocked Psychoanalyst. This was 31 years ago.  Before I became a writer, I practiced psychiatry, then designed and built homes in the Hamptons.  I was also a political activist, an anti-war democrat who set up the first Dump-Johnson organization in protest of the Vietnam War, called Citizens for Kennedy/Fulbright.

What is the relationship between Permanent Press and Second Chance Press?

Not content with one imprint we soon set up a second, Second Chance Press, dedicated to bringing back worthwhile books that were at least 20 years out-of-print.  We sent a letter to the Author’s Guild about it which was picked up by Thomas Lask who had a column in the New York Times Book Review entitled “End Pages.”  He wrote about this and we were sent 600 books, selected a half dozen to start, and were off and running.  In the last dozen or more years, all our books are original and come out under The Permanent Press imprint.

After reading six of your books, many could be classified as genre pieces (thrillers, mysteries, etc.).  How does Permanent Press approach genre, especially in terms of differentiating it from “mainstream fare”?

We never think about “genre” per se, and are just looking for artful writing in any category.  “Mainstream fare” indicates lowest common denominator, and we are looking for books that are valued for their writing, for “highstream fare.”

How do you cultivate relationships with your authors?

As a writer turned publisher I’m very sensitive to what a writer wants: a publisher who is instantly available, will always answer the phone and return calls, pay advances and royalties on time, invites the author to have input into cover design and flap copy, and makes clear what we can and can’t do.  We’ve formed many deep and lasting friendships with people we’ve published over the years and this is a very rewarding experience.  We think of the publishing process as a collaborative experience–a communal experience in many ways.

How do you market your books?  What makes Permanent Press different?

After a few years being distributed by others, we converted a barn on our property into a warehouse and began doing our own distribution.  We rarely let a book go out-of-print, believing if it was good enough to publish; it should be available as long as we live.  So while we usually only do a book a month, we have over 350 backlisted titles.  This is unique.  Also unique is that 98% of what we do is fiction.  As far as marketing is concerned we rely on reviews from Publishers Weekly, Kirkus , Booklist and Library Journal for sales, along with any print reviews (newspaper and magazine) that are still actively doing this.  For the past three years we’ve been very involved with bloggers who share an interest in quality fiction, which has been very helpful in spreading-the-word, which is all one can ask for.  We also have about 20 writers who get advance copies of everything we do for a fee of $90 a year.  We call this our “Word-of Mouth Club,” make no profit on this, but it does establish a community of writers helping fellow writers by telling others about novels they enjoy.

How has Permanent Press survived the ups and downs of the economy?  Are there lessons to be learned?  With large conglomerates cutting staff and going for the easy cash-in books, do small and indie presses have an advantage when it comes to earning reader loyalty?

What we do is sufficiently unique that we have actually thrived while the conglomerates continue to lose money.  Since 2007 we’ve had double-digit increases in book sales yearly and over the past three years, income from book sales alone is up 107%. It’s been very helpful in that the conglomerates are constantly looking for “Big Book,” while we are only looking for fiction that engages us.  We don’t need to hear the opinions of marketing or sales people as to what will sell.  Also, the six major corporate publishers who, through their more than 100 imprints, cover over 90% of the market, have increasingly decided that they are not interested in taking quality fiction by relatively unknown writers, so that writers and agents increasingly turn to us.  We’re happy if we can sell 1,500 copies or more.  That covers our costs.  The “biggies” won’t consider any submission where their marketing people can’t project sales of 10,000 copies minimally.  We currently receive over 5,000 queries and submission a year, so we have a lot to choose from–including authors who come back to us again and again.

Many of your books are small works.  Are there any plans or ambitions to produce larger works (say, over 450 pages) or have special features (slipcases, etc.)?

Ideally, we publish novels that range from 160 to 320 plus pages.  Since our print runs are relatively small, taking on a book of 400 pages is unlikely as the cost per copy of producing it is so high that we’d have to price it so highly that there would not be many sales for it.  Same goes for slip cases.  We try to do attractive covers but don’t want to enter the world of these very “artfully produced” and expensive books, believing that the most important thing is producing books where language, plot, mood, and style make the greatest impact of all.

The Reckoning by Howard Owen

In Howard Owen’s ninth novel, The Reckoning, the lives of George James and Freeman Hawk meet again after decades of separation.  Freeman was an African-American civil rights activist who fled to Canada to avoid getting drafted.  George James was a scion of the old money South and an heir to the Old Dominion Ham Company.  Owen shifts between past and present, reflecting the tense relationship between George James, widowed and alcoholic, and his son Jake.  Freeman Hawk returned to George, but George’s idealization of Freeman makes the opaque circumstances harder to pick up.  George tells Jake how Freeman led the nascent anti-war movement at New Hope College.  The menacing forces that swirl around Freeman’s reappearance cast the novel as a garden-variety thriller.

The thriller aspect is deepened with extended flashbacks into the lives of Freeman and George.  Beyond the memories and stories of the two men lay something more ominous.  Deceptions pile on top of more deceptions until nothing remains but a wilderness of mirrors.

Owen crafts a Balzackian novel, equal parts potboiler and historical epic.  (Like Balzac, Mr. Owen is surprisingly prolific, working as a newspaper editor and churning out novels.)  Tracing the James family back to their Jewish predecessor who fought in the Civil War leads to George’s son Jacob, heir apparent and juvenile delinquent.  Jake finds solace in the isolation of running whereas his father, unable to deal with life’s hardships, descends into the soothing abyss of alcoholism.  And like any good novel by Balzac, this tale has its share of history, bloodshed, crime, and slivers of redemption.