For fun, I've become a social media fiend. Whereas prior to summer school I was only on Instagram (reidlerster) and Facebook, I've created/worked on profiles on LinkedIn, Yelp, Foursquare, Pinterest, Twitter (reidlerstache) and Path. Phew I've been busy putting myself out there. Check them out, if you wish.
Sunday, July 28, 2013
Social Media Obsessed
I've been away from this blog for quite some time now. I got stalled in the middle of reading George Orwell's 1984 when summer school started, so I've kind of put the Summer of Reid book portion aside for the time being. That doesn't mean I've stopped reading, however! My nose is just deep in a couple of text books on economics. I'm still developing, but not literature-ly.
For fun, I've become a social media fiend. Whereas prior to summer school I was only on Instagram (reidlerster) and Facebook, I've created/worked on profiles on LinkedIn, Yelp, Foursquare, Pinterest, Twitter (reidlerstache) and Path. Phew I've been busy putting myself out there. Check them out, if you wish.
For fun, I've become a social media fiend. Whereas prior to summer school I was only on Instagram (reidlerster) and Facebook, I've created/worked on profiles on LinkedIn, Yelp, Foursquare, Pinterest, Twitter (reidlerstache) and Path. Phew I've been busy putting myself out there. Check them out, if you wish.
Monday, July 1, 2013
Book 8: "Crazy Rich Asians"
In some ways, I was wrong about Kevin Kwan's first book. The first few pages in, Kwan diagrammed the Young-T'sien-Shang family tree, and I found myself going back to it throughout the book, as characters are rapidly introduced, and chapters are named for where the scene takes place or from whose perspective events are being told. The frenetic Prologue drew me in so effectively that I did not need to read more before buying the $26 hardcover from Barnes & Noble. Kwan's characters are so vibrant and their excesses so extravagant that I felt suspended between embracing the fantasy and doubting that such attitudes and careless spending can possibly exist at a time when the entire world has been made self-aware of the dangers of indulgences.
The title of the book refers to Asians who are either crazily rich or rich and crazy. Part of the attraction to a book like this is the hope that the author will somehow pull back a curtain on a class of people whom most of us will never join in our lifetimes. We are attracted to celebrities and the mega wealthy and we put them on pedestals in idolotry, but there's always a veil between us and them. Are they reallly how they are portrayed in the tabloids? Can we really know them through E! Channel biographies and can we really be sure or are we all being played by publicists? The recent HBO production, Beyonce: Life is But a Dream, was hyped as the long-awaited unveiling of the singer's most personal moments, but fans were disappointed to find that most of the material was recycled, and the interviews staged. (To make matters worse, we were remidned of the distance between her and the us when she banned all tour photographers). I think we feel entitled to be best friends with our favorite celebrities, so when they abruptly shut us out, we think less of them. Of course the characters in Crazy Rich Asians are not specifically about any true-life individuals, but you know in the back of your mind that it is based on the idea of Asians who are rich and crazy and crazily rich.
The allure of Crazy Rich Asians has two specific things working for it before anyone opens to the book to read it. The first is that we are living through a global power shift from the West to the East. There is no need to go into specifics because we've all heard about double digit economic growth in Asia as the West flounders in bankrupcy and rising national debt. Even if you aren't specifically interested in Asia, we're all aware that it's there, poised to strike. And we've all heard about how insanely rich the Chinese (in particular) have become. Most of us probably haven't been to China, but we all saw the Beinjing Olympics, and have heard about their expanding metropolitan areas. Capitalism has fixed it's gaze on China and, as we learn more about their prosperity, it is inevitable that we're going to want to hear about what it's like to go through such rapid change. So, that's one reason anyone might want to read this book, Secondly, I think we're bored with hearing about the mega wealthy in America. Bill Gates, the Walton family and Warren Buffett have been billionaires for an era, but at this point, they're old money compared to the rise of the millionaires and billionaires in Asia. Singapore, where the book takes place, has the world's largest concentration of millionaires and billionaires, most of whom have acquired that wealth almost overnight. We wonder how they act with the sudden influx of cash, how they deal with newfound attention and what implications it has for the rest of the society they live in. Asia has been notorioulsy private and closed off, but it has become increasinly impossible and futile to avoid scrutiny. This book is our inside look, and even if it isn't based on anyone specifically, we all know that it's based on a real class of people.
Overall, the plot was predictable. There are no cliffhangers or surprisng moments that become indelible in the mind of a reader, nor are there particularly memorable quotes. The book is an easy read--I cranked it out in less than two days, although there was definitely more momentum in the beginning than in the end. The synopsis of the book is somewhat deceiving because you're led to think that it's the story of an ABC (American Born Chinese) who suffers from culture shock when she accompanies her boyfriend to meet his super rich family in SIngapore. In actuality, Rachel and NIck are only the facilitators of the plot--she is the antagonist to his family and he brings a sense of redemption in the picture-perfect ending--but there are so many more elements I felt that stood out more. For example, I felt that the undercurrent of "old money versus new money" was much more significant among character relationships, yet the author spent most of the time exploring differences on a gradient of wealthy, really wealthy and super-duper wealthy. After awhile those comparisons become tedious and it made the plot feel empty and superficial. Maybe I was hoping for a revelation, but I was disappointed that there wasn't more substance to the plot. Even when Kwan had the opportunity to create meaningul moments, he skimmed over them in the way Disney Channel tv shows gloss over family tension. (I can no longer stomach Disney movies/TV shows because they never portray family life accurately). I walked away learning very little about those crazy rich Asians other than the fact that they look down on Chanel and drool over next season's couture.
Tonally, the characters sounded a lot like American valleygirls and prep school boys. It's hard for me to believe that a culture so steeped in tradition and codes of conduct thousands of years old would casually discard their consciousness and identiy in the presence of wealth. The young people run around rampantly flaunting their cash without any sign of self-deprecation? Does having money mean you have to become a character from Clueless? Does not having money mean you're always the voice of reason and that the rich must adopt a sense of groundedness in your presence? Do all young Asians clash with their old fashioned parents? Character-wise, litle went into creating unique personalities: there's the overbearing mother; the silent but powerful grandmother matriarch; the jealous, ugly female rival; the beauty with a failing marriage; yuppy mainland Chinese with horrific English accents; the handsome, fit playboys; the educated feminist who can't possibly simultaneously know a lick about fashion; and the rebellious son who shuns his family's wealth but lives out his individualism in, of all places, New York City. It is too easy to create fictional characters by borrowing from classic, culture-defining movies like The Great Gatsby, Mean Girls, Mulan and the aforementioned movie starring Alicia Silverstone but it takes way more talent and (for lack of a better word) balls to create characters from scratch. Of course, not knowing but knowing the characters helps to move the story along, and it did just that for me. I ended up being able to categorize each character and focus on the action rather than their internal hopes, dreams and conflicts, There are no subsurface meanings or messages in this book. Just as the cover art indicates, the spectacle is paper-thin and one-dimension, it's a saccharine-sweet candyshop of visuals that has one flavor through and through. In that way, maybe Kwan is poised to become the author of the summer not for the substance of his work but the escapism it provides.
Rating: B+
Book 12: "The Art of Racing in the Rain"
My mom's dog, Riko (and a magazine article about Honey Boo Boo).
Ever since I can remember, there has always been at least one dog in our family. My mother is the origin of the dog love in our family. She loves animals but has a particular affinity for dogs, which seem to be more capable of love and forgiveness than, say, cats. Because we always had dogs around, my dad, brother and I all came to love them, as well. Today, we have 2 dogs: a poodle (Riko, above) and a chocolate lab (Linus, not pictured).
In a major way, all dog owners are the same. No matter what breed of dog you prefer (or size or color, etc.), all dog owners love dogs and are linked by that special kind of empathy. Because of that empathy, all dog owners understand what their dogs are thinking and feeling at all times, despite the lack of a common language. Being a dog owner also comes with the acceptance that dogs might be smarter than us. It has been proven that they have heightened senses, despite there not being an evolutionary reason for those traits being so unfailingly passed on from generation to generation, across breeds.
The hardest part of raising dogs is knowing that every day that they're with you is a step closer to their passing. After growing up with so many dogs in my lifetime, it's hard not to think about their finite lives every so often. Sometimes those thoughts come about during the happiest moments, too, like when they're doing something really adorable and you don't want the moment to end. Dogs bring out emotions in their owners because they are in touch with and reciprocate feelings. Unlike cats, who can be brooding and moody, dogs are always present, loyal and are capable of loving even when they don't get the same amount of love back. I am convinced that it is very hard to love a dog more than it loves you.
As much as I love dogs (and animals in general), I am dubious of movies or books that give human voices or emotions to dogs. Movies like Marley & Me were tear fests but I can't stick around for, say, Dogs vs. Cats. The dog food or heartworm medicine commercials with the voiceovers are really annoying. I belive dogs speak to their owners in their way, but I never give dogs voices as though I could possibly predict how they'd sound if they had voice boxes. Giving voices to dogs or animals takes away the intrigue and nonverbal communication that makes having pets so personal. So, when my friend Corey suggested that I read The Art of Racing in the Rain, I was instinctively guarded and less than enthusiastic to buy it. I waited awhile before picking it up, and I waited even longer to open the cover.
Once I started it, however, I was instantly hooked, I couldn't and didn't want to stop reading till it was 4AM and the sky had started to lighten with morning sun. The book is told from the perspective of Enzo, whose owner, Denny, is an aspiring racer. (When I first heard the title I automatically assumed that "racing" referred to the dog running very quickly.) The 321 page book is the entire account of Enzo's life, from his birth on a farm to his adoption, failing hips and his death. What makes Enzo special is that, unlike other beasts, he feels he has a higher purpose--that after he dies, he will be reborn as a human. The belief in reincarnation leads Enzo to live a life of discipline, empathy and loyalty. He recounts Denny's struggles to make it on the pro racing circuit, his marriage to Eve, the birth of his daughter, Eve's illness and death, and his custody battle and court case. It's a simplistic format that never tries to be more than it is, yet it's deeply philosophical and thought-provoking. Not only did it convince me that dogs always look out for the best interests of their owners, it also reassured me that, all those times I've stared into a dog's eyes and saw a soul, I wasn't crazy.
Some of the best moments in the book were when Enzo applied what he learned about racing from Danny, to life:
On having no memory in racing: "No memory of things he'd done just a second before. Good or bad. Because memory is time folding back on itself. To remember is to diengage from the present. In order to reach any kind of success in automobile racing, a driver must never remember."
"A driver cannot be a witness to his own greatness. This is what Denny says. He says racing is doing. It is being a part of a moment and being aware of nothing else but that moment. Reflection must come at a later time."
"I don't understand why people insist on pitting the concepts of evolution and creation against each other: Why can't they see that spiritualism and science are one? That bodies evolve and souls evolve and the universe is a fluid place that marries them both in a wonderful package called a human being. What's wrong with that idea?"
"First rule of racing: Never move aside to let someone pass; make him pass you."
"Drivers are afraid of the rain. Rain amplifies your mistakes and water on the track can make your car handle unpredictably. When something unpredicatble happens and you have to react to it; if you're reacting at speed, you're reacting too late. And you should be afraid."
"That which we manifest is before us; we are the creators of our own destiny. Be it through intention or ignorance, our successes and our failures have been brought on by none other than ourselves."
"The physicality of our world is a boundary to us only if our will is weak; a true champion can accomplish things that a normal person would think impossible."
"A race car driver must be very selfish. It is a cold truth: even his family must come second to the race."
"In racing, they say that your car goes where your eyes go."
"What matters is not how precisely we can explain the event, but the event itself and its consequence."
"'If it was anybody's fault, it was mine for being where I could get collected.' This is something I'd heard him say before: getting angry at another driver is pointless...Any problems that may occur have ultimately been caused by you, because you are responsible for where you are and what you are doing there."
"I marveled at them both; how difficult it must be to be a person. To constantly subvert your desires. To worry about doing the right thing, rather than doing what is most expedient. At that moment, honestly, I had grave doubts as to my ability to interact on such a level. I wondered if I could ever become the human I hoped to be."
"The true hero is flawed. The true test of a champion is not whether he can triumph, but whether he can overcome obstacles--preferably of his own making--in order to triumph. A hero without a flaw is of no interest to an audience or the universe, which, after all, is based on conflict and opposition, the irresistible force meeting the immovable object."
"I believe that people were not so allergic to their environment until they began polluting themselves and their world with so many drugs and toxins. But then, nobody asked me."
"Sometimes bad things happen. Sometimes things change, and we have to change, too."
"Do you see me? I'm not afraid of it anymore. I wanted you to be with me before because I wanted you to protect me, but I'm not afraid of it anymore. Because it's not the end."
"While doctors are able to help many people, for her, they could only tell her what couldn't be done. And I knew that once they identified her disease for her, once everyone around her accepted her diagnosis and reinforced it and repeated it back to her time and again, there was no way she could stop it. The visible becomes inevitable. Your car goes where your eyes go."
"She died that night. Her last breath took her soul, I saw it in my dream. I saw her soul leave her body as she exhaled, and then she had no more needs, no more reason; she was released from her body, and, being released, she continued her journey elsewhere, high in the firmament where soul material gathers and plays out all the dreams and joys of which we temporal beings can barely conceive, all the things that are beyond our comprehension, but even so, are not beyond our attainment if we choose to attain them, and believe we truly can."
"Racing is about discipline and intelligence, not always who has the heavier foot. The one who drives smart will always win in the end."
"People are always worried about what's happening next. They often find it difficult to stand still, to occupy the now without worrying about the future. People are not generally satisfied with what they have; they are very concerned with what they are going to have."
"If we're going to be a cliche, let's be a positive cliche."
"The race is long--to finish first, first you must finish."
"It is a rare person who can hear the blunt authority of a terminal diagnosis, refuse to accept it, and choose a different path."
"We are all afforded our physical existence so we can learn about ourselves."
"I suddenly realized. The zebra. It is not something outside of us. The zebra is something inside of us. Our fears. Our own self-destructive nature. The zebra is the worst part of us when we are face-to-face with our worst times. The demon is us!"
"There is no dishonor in losing the race. There is only dishonor in not racing because you are afraid to lose."
"A winner, a champion, will accept his fate. He will continue with his wheels in the dirt. He will do his best to maintain his line and gradually get himself back on the track when it is safe to do so. Yes, he loses a few places in the race. Yes, he is at a disadvantage. But he is still racing. He is still alive."
"People speak of a will to live. They rarely speak of a will to die. Because people are afraid of death. Death is dark and unknown and frightening. But not for me. It is not the end."
"I know this much about racing in the rain. I know it is about balance. It is about anticipation and patience. I know all of the driving skills that are necessary for one to be successful in the rain. But racing in the rain is also about the mind! It is about owning one's own body. About believing that one's car is merely an extension of one's body. About believing that the track is an extension of the car, and the rain is an extension of the track, and the sky is an extension of the rain. It is about believing that you are not you; you are everything. And everything is you."
"Racers are often called selfish and egotistical. I myself have called race car drivers selfish; I was wrong. To be a champion, you must have no ego at all. You must not exist as a separate entity. You must give yourself over to the race...Do not mistake confidence and self-awareness for egotism."
"When a dog dies, his soul is released to run until he is ready to be reborn. I remember."
"La macchina va dove vanno gli occhi." (The car goes where the eyes go.)
After reading The Art of Racing in the Rain, I finally understood what Corey was talking about all those times we were lying in the tent, staring up at the ceiling. He'd go on and on about cars and racing: the physicality, the emotion, the sensation, the "vroom" sound of a robust engine. How Subarus were the best racing cars and how street racing is a culture, not just a (foolish, dangerous) hobby. Reading about racing through the eyes of a dog, whose own philosophy is dedication to his owner and the assurance that he would one day become a human, somehow connected me to my good friend. It turns out that racing in the rain, and racing in general, is an esoteric, primal activity, much more about soul and flow than technology and horsepower. It's an excellent metaphor for life, for so many reasons, and it depends on tapping into innate intuition and our will to survive. Racing is a religion and a perspective that forms the participant, becomes part of their life and influences the way they see the rest of the world. We can learn a lot from racing, just as we can learn a lot if we consider ourselves from the point of view of our dogs.
Rating: A
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