Monday, February 8, 2010

Front List/Back List: Communism Is For The Dogs

Well here it is. The first Front List/Back List is upon us. Since the new format may take some getting used to, I have decided to make the first post one of direct relationship between the two books.

Remember, the Front List/Back List postings are going to consist of one new release and one older "back list" title. The back list title will be relevant to either some current event, trend or in the case of today's post, the new release being reviewed.

So let's get to it.

From The Front List


Two Underdogs And A Cat: Three Reflections On Communism by Slavenka Drakulic. Seagull Books. 2009. Hardcover. Fiction. $17. ISBN: 9781906497286. Part 4 in the "What Was Communism" series edited by Tariq Ali.


"A dog on a leash is in possession of something very precious nowadays - a Master."

In his Six Memos For The Next Millenium Italo Calvino enumerated six concepts, which he believed were elemental to the understanding of literature. One of them, which he termed "Lightness", is best exemplified in fables and folk tales. Lightness, or so Calvino stated, was the ability of a story to deal with weighty matters in a removed manner. Rather than sliding deep into the muck of the issue at hand, "light" writing deftly jumps away from the problem and looks at it from afar. Often with something closely resembling mirth. If not outright knee slapping laughter.

Slavenka Drakulic's most recent attempt to wrestle into digestible terms the world altering behemoth that was Soviet Communism is written with lightness in mind. The author of several novels and one particularly striking memoir concerned with communism (How We Survived Communism And Even Laughed) has certainly enough practice at this discussion to bring along the requisite deftness. That is perhaps the most striking aspect to this tiny book: that it combines decades of knowledge and soul-searching into a collection of mirthful fables.

In three brief fables, each told by a different animal, the realities of and the life after communism are revealed. Drakulic is taking the long view in these stories, both forward and backward. None of these animals, even the feline companion of the "General" who declared martial law in Poland on December 13th, 1981, take a definitive side on what communism was. None of them believe themselves capable of pronouncing, one way or another, a verdict. The one constant among the three intelligent creatures (a mouse, a dog and a cat) is that they lament the growing unawareness of what life was like in communistic times.

Shockingly, Drakulic's small interlocutors outline a torpor both in the post soviet countries as well as abroad. Having never been to eastern Europe or Russia, I personally held the apparently misinformed belief that communism was still very much "felt" by those still living in its wake. In a way, this is an essential difference with Drakulic's book and the series it is a part of. Drakulic is interested in communism as it was through the venue of what it is.

Delivered with, of course, a light touch.

In the first story a mouse, a sort of de facto curator and tour guide at the Museum Of Communism discusses many of the relics on display with a relative who is visiting, who just happens to be a German rat.

In the second story the oldest dog in Bucharest remembers the hardships described by his mother when Nicolae Ceauşescu almost inexplicably made it illegal to own dogs, forcing the onetime companion animals into the streets. Ceausecu never ordered there extermination, believing that the animals would starve and he could avoid the bad press. Instead modern Bucharest has a problem with a dangerous wild dog population.

Wojciech Jaruzelski is never named in the final story, but the hard to describe career of the last communist leader in Poland is center stage as his (though she would not like this designation) cat writes to the war crimes trial officials in hope of expedience. One way or another, guilty or innocent, she wants the trial to come to a close. People do not know how to feel about it otherwise, or so she observes with icy reserve. Closure is something supremely important for those who might yet see themselves as victims. And apparently cats.

For every dog a leash and each cat a clean break.

One part history lesson mixed with one part fable, Drakulic has provided readers a very useful book. As a "War On Terror" escalates and a "big push" has commenced in Afghanistan it is precisely a book like Two Underdogs And A Cat that may provide readers with a sense of balance when looking toward the long view. Forward or backward.

From The Back List


Heart Of A Dog by Mikhail Bulgakov. Translated by Mirra Ginsburg. Grove Press. Trade Paperback. $14. Originally written in 1925, it remained unpublished in the Soviet Union until 1987.


"A collar is just like a briefcase, the dog quipped mentally and, wagging his behind, proceeded with a lordly air to the second floor."

Bulgakov's second greatest satire (after The Master and Margarita) is perhaps as close to the word "sublime" as slapstick can come. The tale is a reworking of the Frankenstein story to fit hilariously grim (like the smile on a skull) into the framework of early communist Russia.

Beginning and ending with Sharikov (the mongrel in the starring role) narrating his often less than favorable situation it is yet the middle that most readers will delight over.

Philip Philippovich is Moscow's and perhaps all the world's greatest medical genius. His talented ministrations to the upper crust of the Party's officials has granted him somewhat of a special lifestyle in the midst of 1920's poverty. Despite a disreputably noble heritage, the good doctor lives in great abundance, eating elaborate meals and dwelling in an apartment far larger than what would typically be allotted him.

It isn't his daily practice that we're interested in though. No, indeed the doctor is a revolutionary (in the nonpolitical sense) figure in experimental medicine. His latest quest is regeneration of human tissue using animals. Kudos to Bulgakov for foreseeing such medical innovation. Hopefully that's all he foresaw...

Enter Sharikov. The mangy but lovable mutt is taken in and cared for by the doctor and his assistants. The stray dog is amazed at his seemingly good fortune. Sure, he is no longer free, but the square meals and warm apartment are well worth the trade. This is one of the constants between the above book by Drakulic and Bulgakov's. Namely that there is something not altogether bad about being "managed" by someone else. Even if the master is a cruel one.

Thus it is only natural for poor Sharikov to feel suddenly betrayed when the doctor's assistant presses a chloroform rag against his nose.

Enter the monster. By grafting a human's pituitary gland and testicles to poor Sharikov in hopes of regenerating human tissues Philip Philoppovich arrives at a alarming discovery. The transformation of a dog into a man. A stunted, strangely canine looking man.

Worse still is the quality of the organs used to grow this new thing. Apparently, in Mel Brooksian irony, the doctor's assitant procured the organs of a violent lecher given to excessive drinking. They wanted spare parts. They got another drunken thief who spouts Engels and lies in an alternating but consistent pattern. Not to mention the fact this new being has an irrational hatred of cats.

The bureaucracy of communistic Russia demands that every man have his papers and so eventually, much to the chagrin of Philip Philippovich, Sharikov is given his all important papers. In time Sharikov has a job. His chosen profession? That of removing all the cats from Moscow. With swelling, if false, proletariat pride the dog moves about the communistic system playing for sympathy from the strong and viciously lording over the weak.

A darker look at human nature you may be hard to find. Lucky for us, Bulgakov decided to deliver his condemnation of the politics and social hypocrisy of his day in a humorous manner. There are many points in Heart Of A Dog that will have you laughing out loud. There are, alas, more scenes that will have you grimacing than laughing.

The parallel myth of Frankenstein's monster provides the ultimate backdrop for a satire of communism. The good doctor's creation is only realized as monstrous before his own monstrosity, let alone the sinuous leviathan roiling across eastern Europe.

A somewhat surprise ending provides important relief and, well, closure. In this case again important to cats.

A sculpture of the character Behemoth from Bulgakov's masterpiece, The Master And Margarita. On a wall in Kiev.


The Writers

About Slavenka Drakulic.
About Mikhail Bulgakov.

Friday, February 5, 2010

The Week In Books: Dr. Steve Haycox, Amazon's Iron Fist, Salinger Creepy


Look, monopolies over published media are no big deal.

Pretty fiery first installment here. No pun intended.


Amazon & The Economic War Of 2010

The river is eating its own. Over the last week there has been much discussion of what is going to happen in the aftermath of Amazon's declaration of economic warfare against Macmillan.

In an unbelievably aggressive move last Friday, Amazon pulled all Macmillan titles from its listings. This of course is a crippling attack on Macmillan.

Since then Amazon has "restored" the publisher's listings but without the necessary "buy buttons" to actually purchase titles. Stay classy, Bezos.

The argument is auspiciously over what a $9.99 price-point set by Amazon for electronic books does for publisher prestige. The reality is the disagreement between Amazon and now two publishers (Hachette has taken up arms with Macmillan) is about control. Amazon wants it. The publishers are unwilling to relinquish it.

What is astounding to me is that there has never been a clearer case for antitrust investigation. When a retailer holds enough distribution and sales power to threaten manufacturing (in this case a publisher) entity with oblivion you have a unfair marketplace.

But then again Obama had a pretty cozy (Obama released exclusive publications through Amazon in 2008) relationship with Amazon during his campaign so... Yeah.

The best place to go to read up on this insane battle is over at the MobyLives blog at Meville House. Check out the advertisement that Macmillan put in the NYT last week. Awesome stuff.

The best piece taking the technological long view of this skirmish can be read over at arstechnica.com. The e-book market is going to turn into the wild west and the e-book consumers will be pulling their hair out in droves before this is over.

I foresee a handy key chain for all your different publisher exclusive e-book readers. When the corporate gluttony is suppressed, we may yet find a useful technological innovation in all this.

Pretty amazing. Amazon dot com. Modern day Cronos.

J.D. Salinger

I was still on my hiatus when two major luminaries of 20th century literature passed last week. As regulars know, I'm not one to throw my thimbleful into subjects as vast as the late Howard Zinn and J.D. Salinger. I will however tip my hat to a couple of summations worth your while.

And one that I found particularly foolish.

First off is the New York Times gossipy, almost dissenting look into the life of the mysterious and apparently very creepy Salinger. Most of the articles materials are derived from Salinger's daughter and her 2000 memoir, Dream Catcher.

Here's the link to the New York Times meta-obituary.

For a more substantive and less of a tabloid scandal air look to Robert McCrum's piece in the Guardian.

Only one issue with McCrum's article. Philip Roth and Gore Vidal are the "last of the Mohicans" in American letters?

Oh my... It seems my fears are confirmed. No one is aware that Toni Morrison is still alive.

Howard Zinn

Over the last week I've enjoyed reading the dissenting views of the late historian's chief work, A People History Of The United States. I know the positives. I really wanted to hear what negatives people could come up with.

Zinn's career is interesting and his chief work is one of the most important books recently published. He was a bit of a one trick pony, in my humble estimation, and as such the sea of his latter publications became narrowed on current affairs and politics. With this his personal political motivations as a historian and writer became evident.

This is typically a transgression worthy of the scarlet letter "S" for historians. As in slanted or skewed.

A People's History has yet weathered the storm admirably. Mainly due to the fact that it is a groundbreaking and comprehensive work that has been tended to and updated by Zinn like a monk in his garden. So while the threat of his political tittle-tattle should have endangered his legacy, we find instead a singular work that is current, up-to-date and important.

Most of the criticism that has been leveled its way has been centered on the updates Zinn has made to bring the book up to current times. Still, the research for the more historical claims is rarely questions.

But like I said, I enjoyed the last week's slew of arguments against Zinn. The best of which is Steve Haycox's amateurish discussion of both Salinger and Zinn in the Anchorage Daily News.

It sums up the dissenting view nicely. It goes like this: Lead with a tepid summation. Call left leaning people foolish and uncritical. Then offer unsubstantiated generalizations about what kind of person enjoys the said work. All this is then confused as critical acumen.

Haycox offers up gems like: "Most professional historians dismiss "A People's History" for its one-dimensionality and its presentism."

Really, Steve? Most pros, huh? Any names? Besides you, of course. I know. Citing a source is such tedious work.

Here though, is the real gem of Haycox's confused meandering.

If they're so flawed, why then are these books so popular? The answer lies in the careless habits of readers. Neither book requires much work. With Holden Caulfield, one need not think, only indulge the first salient feeling that floats up from the page. With Zinn's impression of history, one need not think much, only so far as a naÏve condemnation of all power.

These are not very useful prescriptions for serious learning. While they do alert readers to the need for criticism, they provide few lessons and too few tools for moving it forward.


I see what happened here. Steve equates these two books with what people on the left like to read about. He's talking about what people take from these books. He's talking about people on the left. WTF.

Fans. That's really what you're writing about here, Steve. You are concerned about what a faceless and indeterminate population might take from two books that you obviously are either unfamiliar with or have not read in years.

I really can't say this enough. Read, damn it! Read the books you review and write of them in themselves. Please, don't lump two of the 20th century's most celebrated works into a category because of critical observations equivalent to reasons for or against an American Idol contestant based on regional loyalty.

It's nonsense. The guy has a Ph.D. I wonder if he remembers how he got it.

Sunday, January 31, 2010

The New Devil's Accountant


Don't worry. The new format isn't one of burning texts after deeming them heretical.

Well, new format to the posting in any case. It is the same old tired accountant who will be plying his trade here. Also the same look, which I'm sure you all groaned at upon arrival here.

Any way, how the hell are you guys? Good? That's great.

Now about these proposed changes. They are simple. Gone will be the thematic monthly reviews and in their place will be a series of regular weekly posts that will allow me to work with more current content while also maintaining a healthy look into the past. How so? Let me explain.

My goal is to put up a post every Monday and Friday. Mondays will continue to be the main post day and Fridays will be more service oriented.

I am titling the Monday posts Front List/Back List. The idea will be to review (I prefer to say "call attention to") a new release and an older title of relevance. The relevance can be related to just about anything.

Perhaps the back list title compares interestingly with the front list title. Perhaps the two books are stunningly diametrical.

Not to mention that the front list and back list titles need not relate to each other and instead I may simply look at a new book and then look at an older book that is apropos of some current affair, new movie or cultural phenomena.

The goal of Front List/Back List will be to create a dynamic view of literature. I was beginning to feel that my previous format was too stuffy. At the same time I find too much of modern reviewing and blogging to be concerned only with the right now of current publishing. Month to month it seems like books slide from the book review to the trade paperback table to the book club lists and then into the solitude of the back list shelves.

In a Barnes & Noble this purgatory is located somewhere in the store after the calendars and gift books, right across the rope bridge and up a greased pole.

Thus the need for this. Or so I am trying to convince you.

Granted with the existence of an increasing handful of publishing firms working with older or neglected titles it is pleasantly easy to work with the old as new. I merely want to take this one step further and bring certain books forward via association to current events, politics and even popular culture phenomena.

The Friday post is slightly less exciting (if you found the first one exciting, that is). It is however a post that should prove useful to readers of the DA. Every Friday I will use the DA as a sort of aggregate and collect some of the better posts or articles from around the net.

This of course will be literary in its focus and with a heaping side of yours truly's opinions. For instance you should tune in this Friday to read my rant about the long term implications of Amazon declaring a brief but revealing economic war on a publisher it saw as delinquent.

The Friday post will just be one more way I can be sure to let you know my opinion. He says tossing his hair and biting the nib of his pencil with wretched self-adulation.

Joking aside you should know that I'm back and that the DA will maybe even get something of a visual makeover. I will definitely post the first "Week In Review" this Friday.

Don't hold your breath for too long concerning those sweeping design changes.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Changes Are A'Coming


This image depicts what rethinking a blog looks like. Supposedly.

I figured some folksy sounding title would excuse the silence of the blog over the past couple weeks. No? Well, I'll be plum (expletive deleted) sorry then.

Basically I'm taking the month of January off to enjoy the frigid air and bleak skies. That's just how I roll.

What I can tell you is that I am also working on some changes to the Devil's Accountant, namely reducing or dropping the thematic nature of the blog. I want to pursue more current content and so am trying to figure a way to do so while also maintaining the mission statement of the blog.

Late January, hopefully on the same dates as the first posts I will announce the new format. In the meantime enjoy the cold.

And read damn it!

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Three Histories: Fordlandia by Greg Grandin, The Wilderness Warrior by Douglas Brinkley, The Age Of Wonders by Richard Holmes

I've read one of these and really truly plan on reading them all. In brief, here's what you ought to know about them.


The Age of Wonder: How the Romantic Generation Discovered the Beauty and Terror of Science by Richard Holmes. History. Pantheon Books. Hardcover. ISBN: 0375422226. 576 pps.

We are once again on the brink of such an age, when science and art will come together in new and powerful ways. For this we could have no better model than the lives of William and Caroline Herschel and Humphry Davy, whose dedication and scientific inventiveness were combined with a deep sense of wonder and poetry in the universe.


I vaguely remember Bertrand Russel knocking such concepts out of the proverbial park in his Religion and Science, but alas, it seems we humans truly desire to marry science and the metaphysical.

The reality though, is that much of our scientific imagination was born of the Romantic movement. Harold Bloom may stew in his gnostic paradigms but the literary truth is that science fiction, and its conceptual hypothesizing have not rooting in old testament lore.

Such a discussion is specifically why this book is high on my to-read list and one of the more interesting topics for the season. We tend to want to borrow science to justify desirable metaphysical concepts.

So you can obviously see why I'd be interested in a history of the Romantics view on science.


Fordlandia: The Rise and Fall of Henry Ford's Forgotten Jungle City by Greg Grandin. History. Metropolitan Books. 204 pps. ISBN: 0805082360.

This is actually the book at the top of my "unread" list from 2009. The concept is simple and fascinating. Henry Ford, in order to control his own rubber distribution and supply, built a rubber plantation in the Amazon River basin. The town's name was literally Fordlandia.

Ford didn't merely seek to maintain a fiscal advantage. No, indeed Henry Ford sought to build the ultimate American company town. Ford was responsible for the U.S.'s hard-charging movement into modernity, nationalism and a white supremacist to boot. Naturally in his Fordlandia he would try to create a utopia.

I find the whole concept fascinating. Ford honestly tried to build a perfect American town and a rubber manufacturing assembly line in the middle of the Amazon.

Nature, it would seem, had other things in store for Henry.


The Wilderness Warrior: Theodore Roosevelt and The Crusade For America by Douglas Brinkley. Harper. History. 960 pps. ISBN: 0060565284.

Brinkley is one of the rare nonfiction writers that can delve into the driest stretch of history and weave a interesting tale. As I began reading The Wilderness Warrior the thing that struck me first and foremost is how important a moment in history the book captures and how boring it might have been to read about.

"Might have been" is the operable phrase.

The story of Teddy Roosevelt's landmark legislation protecting wildlife and the creation of a vast park system is one that begins in his early childhood. The bookish Roosevelt gravitated to the early stages of ecology, becoming a lifelong ornithologist and developing a healthy love of the out-of-doors. Writers like Emerson and John Muir inspired in Roosevelt a supreme sense of the importance of our wild lands, both as a ultimate place of communion and the defining feature of American greatness.

It is also an insight into the scientific life of our 26th President. In some ways, Teddy was the last of the great visionaries, a sort of throwback to our founding fathers. The importance of science and natural understanding belied more than a passing curiosity for Roosevelt. Instead he felt it a necessary component for adulthood and something more than merely useful to the President. In this sense Brinkley's book serves as reminder that our highest office should truly be inhabited by someone of more than average intellectual vigor.

Despite its ponderous size and someone dry subject matter, Brinkley's history is yet a page turner and one that I think is important to dwell upon as environmentalism continues to be cast in a weak light by business friendly conservatism.

Simply put: You will be amazed at how simply, with a scratch of a pen and a waive of the hand, sweeping change was achieved by our own bull moose. You won't feel great about our partisan mess we have today.

The Best Books Of 2009 - A New Approach

Since the Accountant has lapsed into a terrible apathy he is now way behind in his 31 books for December.

Because of this he is going to change the approach to handle three books a day, with brevity, and also include some titles that he did not read but definitely rank amongst the year's most interesting.

Tell me if that's disingenuous or something. Really, I want to know.