Thursday, August 23, 2012

Neither Predictable nor Routine

Today as I sat in an in-service session, I was told that teaching was in part about quantifying data (which I suppose it is) and that I should collect assessments each year that were "predictable and routine" and of course put them in a shareable document for the school district.

My notes from this lecture say, "Real Humans are neither predictable nor routine."
I haven't loaded my OED on this laptop yet, so consulting the inferior online:

pre·dict·a·ble

adjective
1.
able to be foretold or declared in advance: New technology allows predictable weather forecasting.
2.
expected, especially on the basis of previous or known behavior: His complaints are so predictable.
 
Now imagine you are a parent. Can you seriously say you want EITHER of these things applied to your child's education? declared in advance, before anything is learned, discerned or known about your child personally?  Expected? Are we teaching a child or training a newly-unwrapped robot?
 

rou·tine

noun
1.
a customary or regular course of procedure.
2.
commonplace tasks, chores, or duties as must be done regularly or at specified intervals; typical or everyday activity: the routine of an office.
3.
regular, unvarying, habitual, unimaginative, or rote procedure.
4.
an unvarying and constantly repeated formula, as of speech or action; convenient or predictable response: Don't give me that brotherly-love routine!
 
 Most of the definitions of this word are negative. The best one is boring and ordinary. Again-- is THIS what education should look like? 
 
People are always complaining that we are behind nations like China. And yet, these same nations send their brightest to college here, because America has the market on imagination and innovation. In short, our kids play! Freedom of expression and exploration fosters a type of learning that is organic, natural, and hard to artifically replicate in the kind of rote systems that are great for standardized math tests, but don't translate into being able to dream up a better design for a vehicle or a more marketable electronic device all on their own. 
 
And so, after a long absence, I declare here my intention to begin blogging again about words. I ask the passing reader to offer a prayer for me as I try to be the Walt Whitman of  my current circumstances: untamed, untranslatable, maybe, but at the very least, someone needs a barbaric yawp now and then or the kids are going to learn nothing at all.  

Thursday, August 20, 2009

The Trouble with Tom by Paul Collins: The Williamsburg Resource Series

This book is an incredibly diverse and twisting ride along the path of Thomas Paine and his posthumous journey into -- in the case of some of him -- God only knows where. We're pretty sure where his brain is, and that's about it!

I got this book while I was in Virginia, and there is a great bit in it about Paine the rebel turned too rebellious that I plan on putting in a lesson on the Revolution later this year. But the rest of the tale, some of it a bit too off-topic and frankly racy for 8th graders, is just extraordinary in its absurdity and irony and plain old coincidence. I won't spoil any more specifics, but reading about chasing Paine's earthly remains was like reading a "who's who" of random 19th century radicals. Who knew my interest in phrenology could be piqued?

Recommend for students? Not really at this level, but selections would be great studies in contrast to the dry textbooks they are used to. This book is very easy to read and would certainly get them thinking outside the proverbial box.

Useful for teaching: absolutely. These are the kinds of tales history teachers should be reading to stretch their own knowledge and views on the Founders, lest they become too perfectly inhuman or to inhumanely imperfect in our all too revisionist-happy world.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Austen-lite: The Dashwood Sisters Secrets of Love

Ok, so this books sounds like fluff, and it is -- since it parallels Sense and Sensibility, it is alas utterly predictable, but... well, it is sort of like that movie you watch over and over or that book you re-read, or the fact that Godfather's pizza is still the best thing ever even after 20 years passed from the days of making Barbie tables out of the plastic box hoister-thingy in the middle. I read it in about 2 hours total, here and there, and did not have to think too hard. Sometimes that is a good thing. They are rather unfair to the Abby/Marianne character -- she was a bit more snob and less helplessly romantic innocent than Austen's middle sister, but the Georgie/margaret was spot on. Ellie/Elinor was a bit 2-dimensional, to say the least, which upsets me since I am the Elinor in my own life story, minus the waiting around for Edward bit. (more the frugal, must take care of everyone bit, really.)

It was a nice bit of sugar-coated summer to partake of before diving into materials to liven up my grammar lessons this fall. I don't think I can make my students like grammar, but I might get them to not hate it.
You'll have to let me know how I am doing, cherubs.

Stephenie Meyer and Twilight

On Thomas Maltman's recommendation, I read Meyer's Twilight saga this summer, mostly in August while my daughter was learning to swim. It took all of a week and a half to read all four books -- I luckily timed reading it with the release of book 4 -- a good sign, as poor reads I won't stick with.

What I liked: The first two books are PG, the last two PG-13 but not horrifically so. They are well written and have a moral undercurrent. Girls everywhere will read these books and start to form an Edward in their minds as an ideal suitor, and that's not a bad thing at all -- a gorgeous, attentive, smart, romantic 17-year-old who wants to wait? Find one of those on TV or MOVIES anywhere, I dare you.
Aside from the mom/teacher thoughts, the characters ARE interesting (We all need a Jacob for a best bud, right?) I would recommend them to anyone interested, with parental approval, especially on the last two books, as they get heavy duty at times.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Literature Picks for the summer

Mrs. Muraski’s ultimate summer reading list:

For the romantics

Contact by Carl Sagan—it will beautifully use all that astronomy knowledge from 4th quarter, but in an amazing way. Carl Sagan actually makes a case for Creation and something “bigger” (i.e. God) out there, through the person of initial-unbeliever Dr. Elenor Arroway.

The Night Birds by Thomas Maltman If you were in my 9th hour class, you got to meet this guy in person. This is an amazing book that just won another award – an ALEX award for adult books appealing to the young adult audience. Set during the 1862 Sioux uprising in Minnesota, it traces the lives of a German immigrant family who befriend a few members of the Sioux nation prior to this horrible tragedy. A little heavy duty – I would ask your parent’s permission first.

The Harry Potter Series – I lined up for them at Midnight. They are awesome.

The Outlaws of Sherwood by Robin McKinley. Interesting twist on the tales where Robin kind of stinks as an archer, but is a good person, and Marian kicks some serious medieval back-side. Also catch: BBC America series, Robin Hood on Saturday nights at 8pm. Super good show, very good looking outlaws and a lovely Marian.

Emma by Jane Austen. This is the book that – believe it or not – Clueless the movie is based on. Read it and watch both, see if you can spot the similarities.

For the adventurers:

The Horatio Hornblower series by C.S. Forester, in the following order (any library will have them)

In chronological order:

  1. Mr. Midshipman Hornblower (collected short stories)
  2. Lieutenant Hornblower
  3. Hornblower and the Hotspur
  4. Hornblower and the Crisis (unfinished novel and short stories, Hornblower During the Crisis in some US editions)
  5. Hornblower and the Atropos
  6. The Happy Return (called Beat to Quarters in the US)
  7. A Ship of the Line (called simply Ship of the Line in the US)
  8. Flying Colours (spelled Flying Colors in some US editions)
  9. The Commodore (called Commodore Hornblower in the US)
  10. Lord Hornblower
  11. Hornblower in the West Indies (Admiral Hornblower in the West Indies in some US editions)

Mr. Midshipman Hornblower, Lieutenant Hornblower and Hornblower and the Atropos were compiled in one book, variously titled Hornblower's Early Years, Horatio Hornblower Goes to Sea, or The Young Hornblower. "Hornblower and the Atropos" was replaced by "Hornblower and the Hotspur" in later UK editions of "The Young Hornblower". There are also simplified "cadet" collections of the Hornblower books for children.

Hornblower and the Atropos, The Happy Return and A Ship of the Line were also compiled into one omnibus edition, called Captain Hornblower.

In the US Beat to Quarters, Ship of the Line, and Flying Colours were also compiled into one book, called Captain Horatio Hornblower.

Flying Colours, The Commodore, Lord Hornblower, and Hornblower in the West Indies make up a third omnibus edition called Admiral Hornblower to fill out the series.

Commodore Hornblower, Lord Hornblower, and Admiral Hornblower In The West Indies were also combiled into one book, called The Indomitable Hornblower.

Companion Films: The Hornblower series that originally aired on A & E channel can be rented at most libraries for free on DVD

The Last Kingdom, by Bernard Cornwell; not quite another Viking story, this deals with the Norse invasions, plenty of action. This guy can really write battle scenes well.

Victory by Susan Cooper . If you didn’t read it in class, I highly recommend it. Lots of adventure and an easy beach read.

The edgy stuff:

Spanking Shakespeare, by Jake Wizner I added this to my list, although I have not read it yet. Might have been drawn to the bowel movement thing, not sure.

SHAKESPEARE SHAPIRO HAS ALWAYS hated his name. His parents bestowed it on him as some kind of sick joke when he was born, and his life has gone downhill from there, one embarrassing incident after another. Entering his senior year of high school, Shakespeare has never had a girlfriend, his younger brother is cooler than he is, and his best friend's favorite topic of conversation is his bowel movements.

But Shakespeare will have the last laugh. He is chronicling every mortifying detail in his memoir, the writing project each senior at Shakespeare's high school must complete. And he is doing it brilliantly. And, just maybe, a prize-winning memoir will bring him respect, admiration, and a girlfriend . . . or at least a prom date.

Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli.

This book is awesome, and if you haven’t read it yet, your are missing out. The title character is someone you’ll never forget. And it has a lesson – don’t be a sheep. You will regret nothing so much as not being yourself.

The Hangman’s Year what would happen if the British won the American Revolution? I haven’t read this yet either, but I am looking forward to it.

For the non-fiction lovers:

April 1865: The month that Saved America by Jay Winik

This guy write a history book for non-nerds – it tells great stories, super battle retellings, and fantastic flashbacks that will make you appreciate the Civil War in a whole new way.

Founding Brothers by Joseph J. Ellis

This is a great book on the founding fathers, debunking a few myths and discussing a few others.

John Adams by David McCollough

This guy won the Pulizter, and they made an HBO series out of his book. Read the book, and rent the series when it comes out on DVD. AWESOME. John Adams was a hoot.

Undaunted Courage by Stephen Ambrose

This is a user friendly intro to the journals of Lewis and Clark. A really good in-the-car-read if you are heading west this summer.

The Icelandic Sagas, Jane Smiley, Editor

Beowulf, Seamus Heaney

You’ve had a taste of these in class, now you can enjoy the best translations I have read of them so far. I recommend Laexdala’s Saga (Or Saga of the People of Laexerdal), Njall’s Saga and Egil’s Saga which deal with branches of the same family. You will notice huge amounts of the craziness we read about, especially in Egil – he is always getting in trouble and tearing someone apart, literally or figuratively. Beowulf is the earliest thing written in English, and not too much like the movie of the same name that just came out, which I think I cannot recommend as it is rated R. The book has some violence, but it also has a lot of Christian back story that probably ended up on the editing room floor.

Movies I have recommended this year:

(rent or better yet borrow free from the Library)
Horatio Hornblower
North and South
The Quiet Man
Pride and Prejuduce
Sense and Sensibility
Emma
The Star Wars series
Indiana Jones -- any of them, although Last Crusade and Raiders are probably my favorite.
The Scarlet Pimpernel (get the Jane Seymour version -- I think it's the best)
A Tale of Two Cities
Cyrano de Bergerac (the French version with Gerard Depaerdieu is best if you can either understand French or don't mind subtitles!)

More to come!!!

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Rediscovering Wonder: Fairy Tales in A Wolf at the Door

“The fairy tales we know today…used to be darker, stranger, and more complex, until this century. Then they were banished to the nursery (as J.R.R. Tolkien, the author of the Lord of the Rings books once pointed out) like furniture adults have grown tired of and no longer want.” (Datlow &Windling, p.vii)

While there is some truth to the above assertion, to anyone who looks closely, fairy tales are constantly re-vamped for modern readers and moviegoers, especially the teens. Consider the success of books and films like Meg Cabot’s The Princess Diaries, Christopher Paolini’s Eragon and Eldest, or J. K. Rowling’s Harry Potter series and you’ll see that fanciful, moral tales of magic and miracles, kings and country maids are alive and well in the young adult world. A great deal has been debated about the value of fairy tales as an educational tool, and many scholars agree that they are one of the essential building blocks, not only of children’s literary development, but moral development as well. (Zipes, 1979) One collection that may prove a great teaching tool in the young adult classroom is A Wolf at the Door and Other Retold Fairy Tales. (Ellen Datlow and Terri Windling, editors, 2001). The tales in this volume embody many classic themes and lessons of all young adult literature—with new twists – including issues of image, pedagogy of fear and warning, and the importance of embracing the whole of life’s journeys and boundaries, including the supporting characters, the rough bits, and attaining the closure that in order to mature, you must not ignore.

Fairy tales, to the modern, Disney-influenced generations, have always had a focus on appearances. Consider the amount of time in Cinderella that is devoted to deciding on costume choices – her whole relationship with the mice and birds of the house seems based on what to wear. (Tartar, p.138) “Cinder Elephant,” by Jane Yolen, in contrast, openly makes fun of these fairy tale birds who, arguably with the best of intentions, dress the portly Elly heroine of this tale in a gown of feathers and shoes of twigs and leaves, until she resembles a fat hen rather than a princess. It is the evil stepsisters who are the thin waifs, “with hearts so thin you could read a magazine through them.” (p.18) Elly wins the prince not through her looks, but by being approachable, and able to talk about baseball and bird watching with the prince. Yolen states a good moral for adolescent girls in the age of super-model-induced eating disorders and unrealistic terms of physical beauty: ”if you love a waist, you waste a love.”

The title story, “Wolf at the Door,” also deals with this issue of images. Here, a young girl in a fantasy ice age finds a hungry wolf, and finds he can speak. He tries very hard to act human, and the girl begins to fear that he may be a man under an enchantment, a fear her father shares and worries that she will be obliged to kiss and later marry him. Author Tanith Lee writes in her notes, “I was always very intrigued by the changes... the frog who is really a prince, the cat who is a princess… maybe we are all something also, something other than what the world sees when it looks at us. How many people, for example, look at a child and see “only” a child?” (p.62) The wolf turns out to be a lion, not a man, and the daughter is relieved, and as Maria Tartar notes in her Off With Their Heads: Fairy Tales and the Culture of Childhood, “The casual way in which fairy-tale parents sacrifice their daughters to beasts is nothing short of alarming.” (p.140) But the story brings out a very teachable point: our lives are all in transition, and we are not what meets the eye.

Nowhere is the issue of image more profound than in Kathe Koja’s bittersweet “Becoming Charise.” In this retelling of the story of the ugly duckling, nothing magic saves the girl who does not fit in at school. She knows she is different. She feels like she wants to become something else. When she is offered a place at a prestigious school for gifted students, you think as the reader that this is the moment when she turns into the swan. But she is unable to go – her family cannot afford it. It is through the reassurance of her teacher and mentor that she realizes that she must strive to become what she was all along – her true self, already a swan, already smart and beautiful, just in an environment that does not appreciate her. The author writes in her notes,

“I chose to retell this story because I have been the ugly duckling more than once: I know how it hurts, and I know that you have to be who you are, no matter what. I hope this story helps another duckling, somewhere else.” (p.135)

In addition to issues of image, fairy tales are also filled with pedagogy of fear. “Disobedience,” writes Tartar, “is generally a function of curiosity and stubbornness in the behavioral calculus of most folktale collections, and both vices are repeatedly singled out for punishment in cautionary tales.” (p.25) Neil Gaiman’s “Instructions” is just what it sounds like: warnings and advice for anyone entering a fairy tale, including things like don’t trust the youngest princess, be nice to and feed old beggar women, and do not forget your manners. (pp.30-33) “The Months of Manhattan” has a similar theme, with a heroine who finds an enchanted painting, is polite to it, and is granted good luck. Her stepsister figures out the source of this luck and decides to go get some for herself. But when she finds the painting of Rockefeller Center, she is rude, and is cursed with the worst luck ever. Rudeness and lack of respect are things that are, alas, celebrated in today’s youth culture, and stories like this one might help give students some perspective. (p.16) Katherine Vaz’s “The Kingdom of Melting Glances” also deals with this lesson, as the mean sisters who pick on their siblings disfiguring birthmark are eventually turned into mosquitoes, soulless creatures the reader is encouraged to swat. (p.105) Nowhere is this cautionary pedagogy more fun and appropriately alarming than in Garth Nix’s “Hansel’s Eyes.” Here, instead of luring the two children cast into the woods with a house made of candy, two victims of parental neglect are seduced by a much more modern and potent forbidden fruit: unlimited playing of video games. During the course of the story, as Gretel tries to do the witch’s bidding and learn magic, Hansel becomes a zombie with a controller in his hands. In the end, he loses an eye, and Gretel must replace it with that of a magic cat. The sight of the cat’s eye upon their return to the evil Hagmom and weakling father gives her a heart attack, and gives the kids courage to deal with the next kid-hating spouse of their father. (p.122)

The lives of young adults are fraught with all sorts of problems, and while it is easy for adolescents to get wrapped up in their own private Jonah days, part of growing up means realizing that there is more to life than yourself, and more to the world than your problems. People at this age are constantly redefining their boundaries, with their friends, family, authority figures, and within themselves. In her book, From the Beast to the Blonde, On Fairy Tales and Their Tellers, author Marina Warner writes,

“The dimension of wonder creates a huge theater of possibility in [fairy tales]: anything can happen. This very boundlessness serves the moral purpose of the tales, which is precisely to teach where boundaries lie.” (p.xx)

Part of understanding the dynamics of these boundaries is knowing your supporting cast and their motivations as you star in your own life story. Michael Cadnum’s “Mrs. Big: Jack and the Beanstalk Retold” presents a different view of the classic ogre archetype: her husband is a peace-loving garden giant who was duped into a bad real-estate deal by a purveyor of magic beans. They went to live in the clouds in the first place because they were traumatized by accidentally stepping on humans all the time when on earth. (p.42) Gregory Maguire (of Wicked fame) wrote the tale-twisting “The Seven Stage a Comeback,” which finds the dwarves months later pining for Snow White so horribly that they actually set out to her castle and plan to give her back the poisoned apple chunk, then stick her back in the glass coffin so they won’t be lonesome for her anymore. Dopey, of all characters, is the voice of reason in the end, when he finds his tongue and talks the rest of them out of it after discovering she was now a mother. (p.146) Does this give the young reader pause, as they plan their escape from home, about the parents and siblings who are left behind? It might. More than the boundaries of interpersonal relationships, though, are the emotional ones that are drawn in the lives of adolescents, especially when they have suffered a loss. In Kelly Link’s “Swans,” a modern princess loses her ability to speak when she loses her mother. There is a fabulously funny take on the wicked stepmother motif in this tale, including the fact that she is actually a bird, and that the heroine takes a most practical approach to dealing with her when she cannot find her fairy godfather, Rumplestiltskin: she goes to the library to do research on the spells that turned her brothers to swans, stating, “if you can’t depend on your fairy godfather, at least you can depend on the card catalog.” (p.90) Sewn throughout this tale is her inability to deal with her mother’s death, represented in the unfinished quilt that they were working on when she died. She cannot bring herself to finish it until the end, when she realizes that she must in order to break the bird/stepmother’s spell. This comes to her when she finally is able to cry and to mourn. The quilt becomes a part of her journey, albeit it bittersweet, and with it, she at last has some closure, and is ready to move on, and grow up.

It has been said of young adult literature that it has soft endings – that things have a tendency to end up “happily ever after” in some way. The same could be said of fairy tales:

“The genre is characterized by ‘heroic optimism,’ as if to say, ‘one day we might be happy even if it won’t last.’”(Warner, p.xxi) And yet, it seems irresponsible in a way to me to not have this optimism in literature aimed at this tender age. Having hope and working towards one’s own happy ending should be what we are pushing as a not-so-hidden agenda in education. I would definitely teach this book to a junior high audience. There is so much that society pushes students to grow out of by seventh grade – fairy tales should not be one of those lost things. We need all the heroic optimism we can get.

Works Cited

Datlow, Ellen & Windling, Terri, Eds. A Wolf at the Door and Other Retold Fairy Tales. Aladdin Paperback: New York, NY. 2001

Tartar, Maria. Off With Their Heads: Fairy Tales and The Culture of Childhood. Princeton University Press: Princeton, NJ. 1992

Warner, Marina. From the Beast to the Blonde: Fairy Tales and their Tellers. Farrar, Straus & Giroux: New York, NY. 1994

Zipes, Jack Breaking the Magic Spell: Radical Theories of Folk and Fairy Tales. University of Texas Press: Austin, TX. 1979

Assignment Harry Potter: A one-shot fan fic

This was written as a reader response... I decided to write the first bit of what I imagine the seventh book, or an interlude between six and seven might look like. I had two challenges: it had to include enough reflection on Sorceror's Stone to fulfill the assignment, and I had to mit any details that would give away things in the end of book five or book six, as my professor had not yet read them.

The sun was barely rising over Godric’s Hollow when Harry Potter, aged seventeen, arrived at what was once his parent’s front gate. The August heat had him sweating already, and he ran his hand across his forehead, brushing his lightning-shaped scar. This was where he had received that mark, sixteen years before, and the start of his life as a marked man. The house had been leveled, but the fence and gate still stood across the front of the now empty property.

Harry had no memory, other than what he had been forced to relive in the vicinity of the dementors, of what happened then, nor any happy moments before his parents were murdered by Lord Voldemort. He stared at the standing trees, and a few perennials that perhaps his parents had planted, and tried to peer through his miserable years with the Dursleys, alone and unloved in a crowd of small minded people, to see even a shadow of Lily and James Potter, his parents, the talented witch and wizard that died protecting him.

“Harry?”

He shook his head, and smiled a bit. “Hello, Hermione, Ron.”

Ron and Hermione, his constant companions since the funeral last spring, had planned on sleeping in that morning at the inn, but Harry slipping out alone before sunrise had clearly worried them.

“Hard to have your back when you keep wandering off, mate,” Ron said, stretching and scratching his thick thatch of bright red hair.

“Voldemort won’t bother me at sunrise,” Harry said, leaning on the fence and taking in his friend’s appearances. Hermione had given up fighting with her bushy hair in the summer humidity and had braided it back from her face, which now wore a scholarly scowl he had seen too many times before.

“He’s not a vampire, as far as we know,” she said, crossing her arms.

Harry just looked at her for a moment, then turned around to look at the empty plot again. “I wonder where they put all the stuff that was inside, if there was anything worth saving.”

“Dunno,” said Ron, coming to stand and look next to him, “maybe at Hogwarts for all we know. It was the safest place to put things. Dumbledore had your invisibility cloak, for example. Or maybe Gringotts – in your vault?”

Harry shook his head. On the way to Godric’s Hollow, he had the same thought, and had already searched the corners of his vault. He had even searched the Dursley’s house, much to their chagrin, opening cupboards that had always been forbidden him before, and even going into the attic. The only thing he found was a picture of his mother and his aunt when they were in their early teens, perhaps just before his mother got her letter to Hogwarts. Lily had her arm around Petunia, but the latter did not look happy about it. He had even gone back into his cupboard under the stairs, but they had cleaned out any traces of his years there, all except a faded ticket to the zoo from the day he magically (but without knowing it) set the python free on his cousin, Dudley.

Harry tried the gate, and when it wouldn’t budge, he climbed over it. Hermione and Ron followed. “It’s so quiet here,” Hermione noted.

“A little too quiet?” Ron asked. He pulled his wand out from his right sock, and shook a bit of fuzz off of it.

“Ugh, Ron,” Hermione said wrinkling her nose, “can you store your wand someplace else? Your wand smells like a mountain troll from being in there.”

“We would know,” Ron said, grinning at her. “Reckon Harry’s wand still has a bit of troll bogies on in, dried someplace. You know,” he said, attempting to put his arm around her, “that troll is what brought us together.”

“Only because we accidentally locked it in the bathroom with her first, Ron,” Harry said, exploring ahead of them.

“That’s right,” said Hermione, “and I wouldn’t have been in there at all if you hadn’t been horrible to me earlier that day, that week –“

“Enough, enough,” said Ron, putting his arm down in defeat. “We’re together now, right?”

Hermione looked at Ron and scowled for a second, then smiled, and took his hand gently. With her other hand, she took a swig of pumpkin juice from her flask. She turned to find Harry kneeling down, looking at something in the dirt.

“I understand why you wanted to be alone here, Harry,” she said softly. “Did you find something?”

Harry nodded, and reached down and unearthed a shiny golden ball, about the size of a walnut. He turned and showed them.

“Looks kind of like a Snitch,” Ron said, reaching over to touch it. Just before his fingers touched it, small tiny wings slowly unfolded from within the sphere, and the snitch hovered a few inches about Harry’s hand.

“How’d it get here?” asked Ron.

Harry smiled, grabbing it, and letting it go again to hover as it had before. “That would be Dad’s fault.” For the first time since looking into the Mirror of Erised, Harry felt that if he could just reach out a bit further, he could be with them again – with the rest of his family. He caught the snitch again, turning it over this time in his hands, giving it a closer look. Tiny writing was stamped into the underside of it:

Property of Hogwarts School of

Witchcraft and Wizardry

The snitch flew a bit higher this time, and started to drift toward the far corner of the property. It settled above two rounded stones, one leaning against the other, and alighted at last on the taller of the two.

“Are you going to take it with you, Harry?” Ron asked, his voice full of empathy as he read the stones.

“No,” he said, smirking a little at his father’s headstone, with its tiny golden finial, and turned to put an arm around his two best friends. “The seeker’s caught that one already.”

Sunday, February 12, 2006

A Poem for Carl Hiaassen's HOOT

There and Back, There and Gone again

A poem for Napoleon Bridger, inspired by learning the word “gestalt.”


The whole is bigger than the sum of its parts

Such as fins, tail, mouth and eyes.

Put that together and you get a whole fish

Not easily caught, not at all, with your fingers.

Run a whole race, and it is the sum of your steps.

Run a whole street, and it’s the blisters on your bare

Feet. Of course, ask the finish line, they don’t give a hoot.

You arrive at the end, exhausted, feelings laid bare,

And see your family sitting on the front steps

Taking the credit. Give them a salute of two fingers

For their trouble, and let them pout, a fine kettle of fish

They are anyway. You saved the day in my eyes!

You’re the hero – hold my hand, cowgirl, I love these parts.

Another perspective on Curious Incident

A Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime

(From the point of view of Brett, a middle school child with Autism that rides the bus with my Dad, who is the “Jimmy” in this piece. Brett’s record for city buses collected in one day is 25.)

I collect buses on the way to school. City buses. Every weekend, Mom takes me someplace on the city bus if I had a good week. This week was a good week. I read a whole book about a kid who collects red cars. He doesn’t like yellow. There are yellow stripes on my buses, so I think that means he would have a bad day on the way to school with me.

Some things about Christopher, the boy in the book, I liked a lot. He was good at math, and I am, too. He doesn’t like busy places, and sometimes I don’t either. Mom figures out the transfer schedule so we never have to go in the downtown depot. But Christopher likes to hide in small places. I don’t like that at all; I put a chair against the walk-in closet doors when I go in so no one can close it on me. I would not want to ride to London hiding behind suitcases.

Mr. Shears is like my neighbor. When we barbeque together, he pats my head like I am in kindergarten, even though I am as tall as he is now. He calls me a “retard” sometimes when he thinks I am not listening. Mom says he is the retarded one, but I think he is just mean. Some adults are like this. I used to think only kids were like this, and adults had to be nice to you, part of setting a good example and all that. Christopher sees adults being mean, too. It scares him, because you are supposed to be able to rely on the adults in your life. I would not like to live with my neighbor, or rely on him for anything at all.

Jimmy, who rides the bus with us, noticed my reading. He is a lot like Siobhan. He told me has problems with reading. At first, I don’t believe him, because he has this great job riding the bus with us, helping the kids with walkers and wheelchairs. Adults don’t always tell the whole truth, like Christopher’s dad and mom do not. Jimmy said that if you read a whole book, you can do anything. I believe him this time. Christopher said he could do anything because he wrote a whole book, and that is kind of the same.

Sunday, January 15, 2006

The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime

The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime

Mark Haddon

A Today Show Book Club Selection

Despite the age-old maxim warning against such things, the assessment of any book does at least begin with its cover. This last bit noted here under the author’s name stood out, even more than the red cover with the upside-down poodle. The last book I read that had the endorsement of the likes of Katie Couric and Matt Lauer put me to sleep, literally, all summer, until I gave up on page 45 or so. So I was scared. I knew I had to read this whole book, and I also knew I had little time for napping this time of year.

There were no such problems with this book. Right from the opening scene, where the narrator/protagonist encounters Wellington, the dead poodle, I was wondering and wanting to know more. One of the marks of a good book for me is how quickly I can read it. This one took me about four to five hours over the course of about two days. I attribute this to two elements: the readability of the narration, be it first person or otherwise, and the layering of the plot.

There are a lot of reasons I instantly cared about this narrator. The most obvious reason was likely that I recognized his educational exceptionality on page two, as the classic behavioral modification aide for children within the autistic spectrum with the smiley faces was described. I had the privilege of teaching a student who was very similar to Christopher Swindon, and the author certainly put the same sweetness in his character. His descriptions are straightforward and somewhat blunt, but sweet, innocent, and unspoiled. Chris likes the police. He described his mother as “a small person who smells nice.” The differences between good, super good, and black days, as determined by the color of the cars he sees on the bus, are prefect and real. The Monty Hall Problem was a classic. The careful logic he applies to not quite asking people probing questions about the incident is clever without being calculating – it was the kind of sneakiness you could forgive of Chris, but not, ultimately, of his father. The resignation Chris has at the end of this first section, as his father catches him reading his supposedly-dead mother’s letters, is complete, and heartbreaking.

The chapters are prime numbers! This perhaps signals to me the incredible depth of the remaining plot, and I wonder if Haddon is a fan of Carl Sagan at all. In Sagan’s Contact, prime numbers are the means by which a message from outer space is received, and it turns out to be layer upon layer of technical readouts and instructions for building a device to propel five persons into space.[1] Dr. Arroway explains that the languages of science and math make sense because they are based on a logic that transcends culture and species difference among humans. I think this is why it appeals so much to Christopher – since he cannot understand the complexities of human nature (which is consequently why he prefers animals) he is attracted to the logic and absolutism of math. As his life is revealed to him to have many more layers, Chris is forced to open up, and face both his need for people and his fear of them.

The second half of the book has one mystery revealed – the fact that Mrs. Swindon is still alive and living with Mr. Shears from across the street – and one horrible realization – that Christopher could not blindly trust any adults in his life anymore. It is something like learning your parents are mortal, and have faults – it’s part of growing up, and becoming a flawed adult yourself. Even in his desperation Chris tries to reason, making himself an options chart about where he can flee.

The end of the book -- Chris’ amazing ride on the train to London, his facing the truth about his mom and about other adults’ opinions of him, and ultimately of the compromise his parents reach, read like lightning. On a personal level, Chris achieved his A levels in maths, and proved he had worth, to his teachers, his parents, his neighbors, and most importantly to himself. It was that coming-of-age moment that was all the more sweet for this teenager, considering what he had to endure to get there; on the last page, he makes a list of things he can do, ending with:

“And I know I can do this because I went to London on my own, and because I solved the mystery of who killed Wellington? And I found my mother and I was brave and wrote a book and that means I can do anything. “ (p. 221)

Would I teach this book? Definitely, and in fact I think it should be required reading for teachers of exceptional students (which is pretty much all of them, really.) This ending sentiment is so absent in today’s world – often kids will approach their parents with an idea, and instantly be met with twenty-five reasons why it will never work. My own parents suffer from this pessimistic affliction. As I parent, I am vowing not to as much as I can. As a teacher, I have to have a can-do attitude, or I will find myself in the airing cupboard, slowly multiplying by the powers of two.



[1] There was only one person to go in the machine in the film, Contact.

A New Chapter for the Random Sesquipedalianist

Greetings, fans -- all two or three of you. This semester I am plunging into the known waters of young adult literature for another course at SLC. Hence, rather than the usual romps of new words and translations from Old English, you'll get reviews of new Newberry Award books and teaching strategies. I will try and make them as interesting as possible! As always, please feel free to leave a comment if you want more information, feedback, or whatever!
Thanks!
R.S.