Explore the Classics: The Red Badge of Courage

I’ve discovered a website called Shmoop.com, a place every lifelong learner, autodidact and home educator should explore. I’m particularly grateful for the literature guides they’ve created for lots of famous novels.

As they guide readers through challenging material, they do so in a conversational and comfortable tone, making the books seem intriguing and understandable.

Take The Red Badge of Courage by Stephen Crane, for example. The students and I are reading that book for the American Literature home-school class I’m facilitating. Shmoop created not only a summary of the book but also a section entitled “Why Should I Care?” This is particularly helpful for high school students who seem to wonder with every assignment why it should matter to them today.

Thanks to Shmoop, I can provide compelling arguments for why the themes and treatment of The Red Badge of Courage are relevant to today’s readers.

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Sparknotes and Cliff’s Notes are also valuable teaching resources that I’ve used while preparing to discuss The Red Badge of Courage and other novels with the class. But Shmoop’s fun and lively personality makes me feel like I’m talking with a friend from a book club—a really smart friend who has done great research.

If you are looking for a study guide to use with studentssomething they can fill out as they readGlencoe published a helpful The Red Badge of Courage study guide.

Also, Hewitt Homeschooling has a literature series called Lightning Lit. One of the samples they provide to give you a taste of their study guide format happens to be a section on The Red Badge of Courage. Click here to view. I liked that they used Crane’s writing to introduce a lesson on the power of descriptive writing.

If you don’t have a copy of The Red Badge of Courage, you can read it online several places:

Finally, John Huston made a film of the book in 1951, starring Audie Murphy as Henry Fleming.

This following trailer gives you a taste of the movie in a vintage style (though the clips include battle scenes).

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As you continue exploring classics, consider swinging by Shmoop for a quick overview. With their input, I enjoyed and appreciated The Red Badge of Courage on a deeper level than I would have on my own.

Visit my other Explore the Classics post: The Scarlet Letter (a pre-Shmoop overview)

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Yann Martel on Life of Pi, Interpretation, Stillness, and Art

A couple of years ago, urged by a friend, I read Life of Pi, by Yann Martel.

It left me fascinated, and a little confused. I guess I’m not so good with obscure stuff. So I was quite interested that the Festival of Faith & Writing brought him to speak. Would he explain the book for the slow-of-brain?

The evening began with an amusing glitch. Martel was introduced by a woman who spoke slow…..ly………and………distinct……..ly.

With lots………of paus…….es.

I thought, “Whoa, this is going to be the longest introduction ever.”

She began:

“You may know…….Yann…..Martel…….from his second book…….The Life……of Pi.  In 2003……..The Life….of Pi….won the Man Booker….prize…..”

At this point, a fidgety Martel popped up from his chair and whispered in her ear. She turned toward him, but the mic picked up her voice whispering, “There’s no ‘the’?!”

He shook his head ‘No’ and sat back down.

She began again, “You may know….Yann…..Martel….”

He popped up and whispered again. She shook her head, as a huge, embarrassed smile spread across her face. She was, after all, a member of the Calvin College English Department. She would understand the importance of misplaced article adjectives and book titles.

She took a deep breath and began a third time. “You may know…..Yann….Martel…..from his third….book………..LIFE……of Pi. In 2003…LIFE of Pi….”

And so it went….just as slow and distinctly, but with a little humble humor thrown in to help us make it through. 

Yann Martel told a little about his childhood in Canada to help us understand where he’s from, and then hopped, skipped, and jumped up to the events preceding his decision to research and write Life of Pi.

Here are the tidbits I scribbled out:

“The creating of art is a lifelong endeavor, and I consider myself merely an apprentice.”

This statement reassures me as I wake up feeling poor and needy and immature at the craft of writing. I feel ever so slightly more comfortable scratching away at words and phrases, knowing it’s a lifelong endeavor. I shall learn and grow–and hopefully improve–with each attempt.

“Reading increases your experience of life–it give you more lives.”

I love this. Reading carries me away from my suburban cul-de-sac, off to other lands, and into the minds and hearts of other people. I enter their struggle, their conflict, and develop greater insight into the human condition, and compassion for people in other places and situations–people who are making different choices than I and are dealing with the consequences of those decisions. In reading, as in life, I seek to understand why people are who they are and do what they do.

He talked about his background as a Canadian growing up in an extremely secular culture, and how he shifted from being an atheist to being more open to the idea of faith in general. He said he started thinking about faith:  What is it? How do we experience it? What does it mean?

He said that when he was in India, he started thinking of the idea that would become Life of Pi.  To research it, he chose to explore three major religions.

And then, he proceeded to share his take on Life of Pi. “This is just one person’s reading of the book,” he said. “You may have a different understanding and conclusion. So. Here’s one person’s interpretation.”

It will take too long to type out and would ruin the story for you if you haven’t read it. So I’ll leave you hanging. But I feel satisfied to know at least one way of understanding Life of Pi. Whew!

I will, however, share another snippet–something to ponder and decide if you want to agree or argue his point. After he walked us through the storyline and his explanation, he said, “Life is an interpretation…you don’t have a choice of what will happen to you, but you do have freedom of interpreting it. And it makes all the difference in the world.”

During the Q&A time, someone asked about his blog, and he told about “What Is Stephen Harper Reading?” Stephen Harper is Prime Minister of Canada.

In 2007 Martel joined a group of artists who testified before Canada’s Parliament to try to increase funding for the arts (He explains it in detail here). As he was waiting to go in, he said he was thinking about stillness:

I was sitting in the Visitors’ Gallery of the House of Commons, I and forty-nine other artists from across Canada, fifty in all, and I got to thinking about stillness. To read a book, one must be still. To watch a concert, a play, a movie, to look at a painting, one must be still. Religion, too, makes use of stillness, notably with prayer and meditation.

Keep those thoughts of his in mind.

The fifty artists went in and presented the reasons that funding for the arts is essential for Canada as a country, but the leaders seemed disinterested. He said that Stephen Harper, the Prime Minister, tends to run Canada more like a business than a country, and sat unmoved throughout the short plea for support of the arts.

Martel could have responded in a lot of ways to the apparent disinterest. He decided to be positive, proactive, and clever. 

I pulled from the site the following explanation: 

The Prime Minister did not speak during our brief tribute, certainly not. I don’t think he even looked up. The snarling business of Question Period having just ended, he was shuffling papers. I tried to bring him close to me with my eyes.

Who is this man? What makes him tick? No doubt he is busy. No doubt he is deluded by that busyness. No doubt being Prime Minister fills his entire consideration and froths his sense of busied importance to the very brim. And no doubt he sounds and governs like one who cares little for the arts.

But he must have moments of stillness. And so this is what I propose to do: not to educate—that would be arrogant, less than that—to make suggestions to his stillness.

For as long as Stephen Harper is Prime Minister of Canada, I vow to send him every two weeks, mailed on a Monday, a book that has been known to expand stillness. That book will be inscribed and will be accompanied by a letter I will have written. I will faithfully report on every new book, every inscription, every letter, and any response I might get from the Prime Minister, on this website

I just love that. I love the care with which he is selecting great literature and writing a brief explanation of how it might enrich the Prime Minister’s life.

Martel said he has a few self-imposed rules for the book selection process. He chooses relatively short books, trying to respect the PM’s time (and, perhaps, his attention span). And I think with the exception of Le Petit Prince (The Little Prince), the books are all in English. I can’t remember why, because I think the PM is fluent in French.

Here is an excerpt from the first letter Martel sent accompanying the first book, which was Tolstoy’s The Death of Ivan Ilych.

I know you’re very busy, Mr. Harper. We’re all busy. Meditating monks in their cells are busy. That’s adult life, filled to the ceiling with things that need doing. (It seems only children and the elderly aren’t plagued by lack of time—and notice how they enjoy their books, how their lives fill their eyes.) But every person has a space next to where they sleep, whether a patch of pavement or a fine bedside table. In that space, at night, a book can glow. And in those moments of docile wakefulness, when we begin to let go of the day, then is the perfect time to pick up a book and be someone else, somewhere else, for a few minutes, a few pages, before we fall asleep. And there are other possibilities, too. Sherwood Anderson, the American writer best known for his collection of stories Winesburg, Ohio, wrote his first stories while commuting by train to work. Stephen King apparently never goes to his beloved baseball games without a book that he reads during breaks. So it’s a question of choice.

And I suggest you choose, just for a few minutes every day, to read The Death of Ivan Ilych.

I liked that Martel reminded the PM, as well as his Festival audience on that night he spoke, that reading can be done in short segments of time. Most of us sleep next to a nightstand of some sort. We can leave a book there and “in that space, at night, a book can glow,” as we read from it for five minutes at the end of a day. Even busy people can manage to read. He was, of course, preaching to the choir that night at Calvin College; but to Stephen Harper, he was being understanding and practical.

It’s also fun to scan the titles Martel has chosen along with a brief synopsis of each book. Martel includes his own personal opinion about why the book is great, and along the way, gently reminds the PM why literature matters–why art matters–and why stillness matters in the taking in of art.

 

The Simplicity of Reading

I recently came across a passage in a book called Graceful Simplicity.

In a chapter entitled “The Politics of Simplicity,” in a section subtitled “Education for Simple Living,” the author claimed that “In educating for simple living, three building blocks stand out: fostering a love of books, developing a stronger aesthetic sensibility, and enhancing our ability to create things of beauty.”

The quote I offer you today is from the section on “A Love of Books”:

If one loves books, if one loves to read, if in a family people read to each other, then a foundation has already been laid for a simple life of great pleasure at little expense. Entering this world–provided that one has learned to love what is within it, and has developed the appreciative skills required to fully participate in it–is to have the key to the central repository of human wealth. Reading good books can serve as the central emblem of a life of simplicity. *

Read together.

Read alone.

Read silently or aloud.

Read to yourself.

Read to your kids.

Read, read, read.

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(Consider joining Callapidder Days’ Spring Reading Thing 2008.)

* p. 111, Graceful Simplicity: Toward a Philosophy and Politics of Simple Living, by Jerome M. Segal, Henry Holt and Company, New York, NY, 1999.

Official Bloggy Giveaway Winner Declared

The drawing for a copy of The Contemplative Mom was held today at 4:50 p.m. Eastern Time. The Belgian Wonder, a certified Project Manager and Computer Science major, oversaw the entire process. He was particularly delighted with the Random Integer Generator technology and assured me of its objectivity and fairness.

After numbering the entries and eliminating a few duplicates and a stray pingback, we have selected a winning number:

Random Integer Generator

Here are your random numbers:

81

Timestamp: 2008-02-02 21:45:39 UTC

This corresponds to Christina. Congratulations, Christina! I’ll be contacting you by e-mail shortly with the news.

Again, friends, thank you for your wonderful comments and interest in the book.

And be thinking about what fun you’ll generate for Monday FunDay, because you’re invited to start your week by participating in Monday FunDay–just write up a short post about something fun you’ve done or plan to do (it can be very specific and even silly–check out what Amy and Deb posted last week), and then join the links via Mr. Linky.

Even if you don’t want to do or write up anything fun, be sure to hop over and see what other people are doing to brighten their Mondays. Maybe their own stories will inspired you to dance a jig, write a poem, or pick up the phone and call an old friend.

Because it’s fun to have fun, but you have to know how.

[Return to the Bloggy Giveaway list of winners.]

Bloggy Giveaway and Other Fun

** IMPORTANT UPDATE **

I’m so impressed with the response to my book giveaway–thank you for your interest and great comments! I’ve decided to accept entries until 4:00 p.m. this Saturday, February 2. I’ll hold the drawing shortly thereafter.

How was your Monday? Was it really so miserable that nobody had anything fun to share?

Of course, I understand that springing it on you late in the day like I did may have caught you off guard. And I also understand if life just isn’t very fun for you. I’m very sorry if you couldn’t even smile about something yesterday. Here–this is for you:

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And if you just forgot to smile or laugh yesterday, or nothing was really very funny, then this card is for you.

What I suspect, however, is that many of you were actually having a ton of fun exploring the many Bloggy Giveaway offerings popping up all over blogdom.

And so today, because I forgot to do it yesterday while I was so busy laughing and doodling and figuring out Mr. Linky, I’m posting my own little Bloggy Giveaway. It’s a repeat of last season’s:

Your very own copy of my book, The Contemplative Mom. You can enjoy it yourself or wrap it up as a gift for the weary and heavy-laden mom in your life.

This is open to all readers, not just stateside, as I know that some of my Internet friends log on from overseas. I’ll probably choose media mail to ship it, because I’m not only contemplative; I’m also kind of cheap.

The winner will be drawn sometime this weekend. I haven’t decided precisely when. I’ll come back and update this post when we get closer and let you know the time and day.

Enter by leaving a comment (include an e-mail or some means of contacting you). Be sure to add some thought (could be fun, creative, deep, or contemplative) to your comment instead of just typing out your name and contact information; it makes the whole process so much more, well, fun.

I’ll select a number randomly to determine the winner.

I hope your Tuesday is a fun day, too. If it isn’t, it will be after you view some of the cute (and free) and creative items people are offering, so head on over and check it out.

Every Blog Ought to Post about Beowulf at Some Point

Since I’m trusting that you don’t mind my mixing things up here, I decided to test you a bit.

Today’s post is about Beowulf.

I mentioned this to one of my friends. ”Beowulf?” she asked, doubtfully.

“Sure.”

“This isn’t one of your devotional posts, is it?”

“No. No, it isn’t,” I admitted.

“Then what would you call it?”

Perhaps “non sequitur”?

I don’t know. Honestly, I’m not sure how to categorize this post. I was just thinking about it, so if you feel like reading about Beowulf, read on.

As you probably noticed, a movie about Beowulf has been released.

Please note: I haven’t seen it.

But every time I caught the preview, I thought back to my first exposure to that early epic poem. I may have read it in Miss Flint’s Senior English class in high school, but I’m not sure. What I remember clearly was reading it for Professor Edelen’s History of English Literature course in college.

Professor Edelen pointed out how much was left to the imagination when it came to the monster, Grendel. Instead of detailed description, the author built suspense and tension by focusing on his approach–his footsteps. 

Grendel strode…he trod…he marched across the moors….and his footsteps approached….closer….and closer….

Professor Edelen pulled out two old drawings or etchings and snapped one up as if to startle us–it was an artist’s depiction of the terrifying Grendel that looked something like this.

“Does this frighten you?” He asked. He walked around the room showing it to us. “Or, how about….this one!” It may have looked something like this, I can’t remember. It doesn’t really matter, because the point was made.

Yawn.

Those etchings were lame, especially to 20th Century students like ourselves. But Dr. Edelen argued that even at the time that the etchings were created, they were far less effective than the poem itself. More terrifying than a pen-and-ink Grendel was the Grendel in our heads, the one we imagined when we heard his approach. In the end, the strength came from what was left out of the text.

Our own minds, Dr. Edelen concluded, could conjure up a monster far more petrifying than anything a person could draw. By leaving Grendel’s form and figure fairly vague and investing instead in the element of suspense–those approaching footsteps–the author of Beowulf created one of the most effective monsters in English literature.

A few years later, I caught a special on PBS that reinforced this same principle. They used movie clips to make their point.

One example was a scene from the film “Dr. Zhivago” when a bloody massacre is shown, but not directly. Instead, the viewer experiences it primarily through Omar Sharif’s eyes as they react in horror to the scene he watched unfold. We hear cries and clashes, swords clanging, horses neighing and clomping. Yet we don’t actually see the gorey process, the killing itself–it’s left to our imagination, which can fill in all the blanks more efficiently than cinematic special effects.

Then there’s “Jaws.” The mechanical shark is not nearly as frightening as the steady approach of the fin with the pulsing music building tension.

Or “Jurassic Park.” The vibration of the approaching footsteps caused the water in the glass to ripple. Fear builds with the drumming boom, boom, boom of the Grendel-ish T-Rex on the loose.

Our own primal fears are fed by suspense, and our imaginations may be capable of creating creepier, more terrifying monsters than those thought up and given digital form by the visual effects crew of a movie set.

So I thought of all of that when I saw the trailer. And I wondered what Grendel would look like. I wondered if I would be scared.

Just as the film was about to be released, I read a review in the New York Times. The writer, Manohla Dargis, as if expanding on Dr. Edelen’s lecture, wrote:

The reader’s imagination, of course, has long been one of the banes of cinema. Any filmmaker who takes a stab at literary adaptation has to compete with those moving pictures already flickering in our heads, the ones we create when we read a book. The solution for many filmmakers is to try to top the reader’s imagination or distract it or overwhelm it, usually by throwing everything they can think of at the screen, including lots of big: big noise, sets, moves, effects, [and] stars.*

I wasn’t surprised to read the report on Grendel.

Grendel isn’t remotely scary, but he looks pleasingly disgusting, like a stringy, chewed-up cadaver with snake scales and a suggestion of [actor Crispin Glover’s] own beak.

Yawn.

The filmmaker’s Grendel may be disgusting, but he “isn’t remotely scary,” because they left nothing to the imagination.

Since its release, other people are saying that the special effects and 3-D make for a spectacular film experience. It’s sure to be a fun outing for viewers who like that sort of thing. And men will probably get some kind of sick enjoyment out of viewing Angelina Jolie’s character, a monster who, as Dagnis explains, “rise[s] from the vaporous depths naked and dripping liquid gold.”

I seriously doubt I’ll ever see that movie. I’ll miss out on all the zing-zang 3-D Imax magic. I won’t get to see the stringy, pleasantly disgusting digital rendering of Grendel.

That’s just fine. I’m not too interested. 

But I was thinking that Dr. Edelen might have gone, just to see. Just to compare. Just to know without a doubt that the steady beat of footsteps marching through the rhythm of ancient epic poetry still trumps technology.