Pentagon

What a coincidence (see the previous post). Over at Salon, Farhad Manjoo interviews James Carroll, author of a “biography” of the Pentagon, House of War. “[I]f Carroll’s book actually reads … like a story not just of the Pentagon but of the last half-century of American foreign policy,” Manjoo writes, “well, that’s the point.” He then quotes Carroll, a former Catholic priest and son of an Air Force general who worked there: “The Pentagon has been so much at the center of national life that one could write an entire history of the contemporary United States in its terms.”

Here is Manjoo’s summary:

Carroll’s specific complaints will ring familiar to any peacenik: He argues that since Sept. 11, 1941, when ground was broken at the building’s site—Carroll makes much of this date, exactly 60 years before United flight 77 crashed into the building’s side—the U.S. has embarked on a series of foreign policy disasters. Among other things, he believes that dropping nuclear weapons on Japan was a mistake; that we should not have developed, and then shouldn’t have tested, the H-bomb; that we should have shared our nuclear knowledge with the Soviets and instituted an international framework to abolish nuclear weapons; that we were mistaken to think of the Soviets as our mortal enemies, and thus mistaken to have turned political differences into a near world-ending Cold War; that we missed many opportunities to end the nuclear arms race during that war, and that we were far more belligerent than the Soviet Union in how we conducted ourselves with those weapons; and that, finally, even today, though we no longer face an enemy that poses an existential threat to the nation, we’re needlessly maintaining a military force that is more dangerous than any other force in the world, capable of instantly destroying all life on the planet.

What’s interesting about this catalog, as Carroll points out, is that at various points in the nation’s history, many men in government made similar arguments. Their cries were drowned out, though, by the culture of the Pentagon, which always wanted more—more bombs, more planes, more ships, more war. It’s this thesis, as well as Carroll’s unquestionably solid research, that makes his story much more than a standard antiwar rant. Other than a few stock villains—notably the mad bomber Curtis LeMay, the Air Force general who controlled the American nuclear arsenal for more than two decades—Carroll doesn’t characterize the folks who worked in the building as evil. “The Pentagon’s is a story of ordinary people who acted with good intentions, faced tragic dilemmas, and resisted what they saw happening right in front of them,” he writes. They didn’t set out to make the mistakes they did; rather, institutional momentum led them astray.

The interview is well worth reading in its entirety. One answer in particular resonated with something said here a while back. Manjoo asks Carroll how the Pentagon has changed the American people. “You say we’ve become a militarized, ‘vengeful people.’ Do you really believe that?” Carroll says:

I do. I love my country, and the American people are good people. But we are allowing the government to do things in our name that are wrong, they are criminal. If I could say something really outrageous, I think that the American people today have turned against the war in Iraq for the wrong reasons. They’ve turned against it because we’re losing. We should be against this war because it’s wrong and unnecessary. If this war had gone the way Rumsfeld and company thought it would go, Americans would have been fine with it. And that’s appalling. And of course if it had gone the way they thought it was going to go, we’d be in Iran today. That’s the tragic good news here. This war has gone so badly that the American imperial enterprise has been stalled. Thank God for that.

But, again, we the American people have not reckoned with what we did at the end of World War II. And one of the things that happened on 9/11 is that we looked at ourselves and presumed to think of ourselves as world-historic victims. What we suffered was tragic, and indeed a catastrophe, but on the scale of suffering it was very minor compared to the kind of suffering we’ve inflicted on other nations, and we’re still doing today.

“Well, is it possible to change this?” Manjoo asks. Carroll replies:

To me the greatest symbol of hope is what happened at the end of the Soviet Union in the 1980s, beginning with Chernobyl. It’s a miracle of my lifetime that a nonviolent popular movement led to the demise of the Soviet system. And if that can happen, the equivalent can happen on our side. We have to break the myth of military power. We have to understand that there are many more grievous threats to our nation than those that the Pentagon can protect us from.

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Anglais

The University of Chicago Club of Washington, DC, is offering a guided tour of the Pentagon. According to the description:

English is the only language permitted inside the Pentagon. Please do not converse or otherwise communicate in any other language while on the tour or you will be escorted out of the building.

This after you’ve passed through an “airport-type, physical security screening” and shown “two (2) forms of picture ID.” (I’ve always loved when they put the number in parentheses. By which I mean, I’ve never understood it. “Oh, that two! I thought you meant 3, or some other number that is close to 2, or has 2 in it, or is just a different number entirely. Glad you cleared that up.”)

And, of course, when you signed up you gave them your full name, social security number, date of birth, place of birth, style of birth (Caesarean, forceps, breech, etc.), and nationality of the obstetrician.

Too bad for me—I only have one picture ID (my passport expired years ago). Not that I particularly wanted to go.

I wonder if a person would get kicked out for saying “Gesundheit.” Or for humming “La donna è mobile” (the Italian language is certainly implied in such an act, and besides, who knows what sort of signal that aria might be convey to … some other opera buff). Well, I know one thing for sure: the company that cleans my office doesn’t have the contract at the Pentagon. Olé!

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Attractive

Who would’ve expected to find Lorenz attractors on a box of Godiva chocolates?

Godiva box with Lorenz attractors

Here’s a nice Java applet that generates the Lorenz “butterfly.”

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Remembering

Today persons of Armenian descent worldwide, along with their families and friends, commemorate the genocide that began on this date in 1915. In the face of overwhelming evidence, the government of Turkey, and its friends in high places, continue to deny that a conscious, government-directed genocide occurred. Last week PBS ran a documentary on the Armenian genocide in which Turkish citizens spoke about the events of that time as genocide, which was a brave thing, considering what happens to Turks who veer from the government line.

My brother-in-law Nick wrote an excellent essay that appeared today as an op-ed in the Racine Journal Times. He notes the passing of Grandma Vartenie, Racine’s last survivor from the 1915 Armenian genocide, and points out that it’s not a historical footnote for academics to quibble about:

History’s lessons are learned by facing the past honestly. The genocide in Rwanda in 1994 and the one raging today in the Darfur region of Africa demonstrate that the world community has failed learning its lessons.

The U.S., along with the other nations of the world, must set a new course by ensuring that history is not rewritten. This is the ultimate hope of those who gather each April 24.

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Funky

Laura does the gardening. I’m an appreciative audience. But when I accompany her to the gardening emporium, she usually says, “Why don’t you pick out something you like?” On Thursday this caught my eye, and now it graces the brick path out back:

African Daisy

It’s a variety of African Daisy, but it don’t look like no daisy I’ve ever seen.

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Correction

A canard has been abroad for years: “George W. Bush doesn’t read the newspapers.” Well, apparently it just isn’t so. In his own words:

I say, I listen to all voices, but mine is the final decision. And Don Rumsfeld is doing a fine job. He’s not only transforming the military, he’s fighting a war on terror. He’s helping us fight a war on terror. I have strong confidence in Don Rumsfeld. I hear the voices, and I read the front page, and I know the speculation. But I’m the decider, and I decide what is best. And what’s best is for Don Rumsfeld to remain as the secretary of defense.

He reads the front page. So there.

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Pomes

The conversation went like this. We were walking back from lunch, and I noticed the grass getting long (and remembered how ours needs cutting). I said to Ken: “So, have you cut your grass yet?” It turns out he hasn’t needed to, for reasons involving lack of sun in the front yard and kids running around in the back yard. “But,” he says, “I think I need to get my mower blade sharpened first.” And then he wonders out loud whether it’s steel. I say, “What else could it be, aluminum?” He says, “I was thinking plastic.” He was half-serious. It’s an electric mower, which he considers a toy almost.

Then, after a pause, he says:

I bought a wooden whistle, but it wouldn’ whistle. So I bought a steel whistle, and it stiiill wouldn’ whistle. So I bought a tin whistle, and now I t’n whistle.

It had the goofy sound of something a dad would say, and he said he thinks that’s where he heard it.

It reminded me of a rhyme my dad would always recite around this time of year, back in northern Ohio—in his rendering:

Spring has sprung,
The grass is riz.
I wonder where
The robins is.

I did some Googling recently and found what must be the canonical version:

Spring in the Bronx

Spring is sprung,
Duh grass is riz
I wonder where dem boidies is.

Duh little boids is on duh wing—
But dat’s absoid:
Duh little wing is on duh boid.

Penned by that prolific bard Anon, it can be found in Comic Poems (Everyman’s Library), according to this source.

Well, that sprang loose another bit of rhymed nonsense from Ken, channeling his dad. After hearing it, I wondered whether it, too, could be found in the aforementioned collection. At any rate, here it is:

One bright day in the middle of the night
Two dead boys got up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other.
A deaf policeman heard the noise
And came and shot those two dead boys.
If you don’t believe this lie is true,
Ask the blind man—he saw it too.

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Fandorin

I really should be writing the post I’ve been planning on deteriorating relations between the United States and Russia. It’s just a matter of digesting about eight or nine articles and a couple of major policy statements.

So instead I’ll write about Fandorin.

I’ve passed the halfway point of the set of detective novels by Boris Akunin, chronicling the adventures of the stuttering ratiocinator Erast Petrovich Fandorin in the waning years of the Russian monarchy, 1876–1905. This is another case of my discovering something that was already a smash hit. I stumbled across a couple of the Fandorin novels while Cover of Akunin's 'Azazel'browsing in an online Russian bookstore, and the quaintly antiquarian covers caught my eye. Then the description piqued my interest: the books are part of a “literary project” to present “all genres of the classical criminal novel.” For instance, the first book, Azazel, was a “conspiratorial detective story” (конспиративный детектив); the book I’m starting now, Coronation, is a “detective story of high society” (великосветский детектив). I guess I have a soft spot for that sort of encyclopedic ambition. After reading the first two, I decided I had to have the whole set.

Between two Russian bookstores in the US, I managed to find them all—except one. Drat! Then I discovered that Akunin has a website where all the novels can be read online for free. (Gee, was that my first hint that this Fandorin stuff was no secret?) So what did I do? I created a PDF of the missing novel out of the web pages! Must … have … complete … set … Must … have …

And that’s how I read Leviathan (which is the name of a ship): a PDF printout. But then—lo and behold—I somehow found a third bookstore that had Leviathan (the third novel in the series) in book form. Naturally I had to have it. As it turns out, the printed version had a surprise in store. Each chapter is presented in the voice of the various characters (all suspects in a multiple homicide). One of them is Japanese, and his chapters are printed sideways! The series abounds in typographic shenanigans, sometimes effective, sometimes maddening (some of the script fonts are almost unreadable).

Speaking of things Japanese (and this is going to be stream-of-consciousness, there’s no way around it), the next novel introduced a sidekick for Fandorin, a sturdy and steady Japanese fellow named Masa (short for Masahuro). Fandorin apparently found much to admire in Eastern culture during a short visit to Japan between books three and four; this and subsequent installments contain much interesting stuff about Japanese philosophy, weaponry, physical training, and so on. Fandorin and Masa work out together every day—occasionally the scene conjurs up the image of Inspector Clouseau being ambushed by Cato (or vice versa), but the Fandorin books never descend to slapstick.

And wouldn’t you know it? The author is a Japanologist! But his name isn’t B. Akunin—it’s Grigory Chkhartishvili, and he’s editor-in-chief of a 20-volume anthology of Japanese literature. For a time he worked as assistant to the editor-in-chief of the magazine Foreign Literature.

Did I say he’s kind of famous? In 2000 he was named Russian Writer of the Year. Three of his Fandorin books have been made into big-budget films (one of them starring Nikita Mikhalkov), and several have been translated into English and other languages. All this from Wikipedia, which also has a nice chunky article about the fictional Fandorin!

Having got this far in the series, I have to say the coverage of the genres doesn’t seem exhaustive, or even particularly comprehensive, and the stylistic differences between the books aren’t as great as one would suspect. But despite any marketing excesses, they’re great fun, and the combination of historical detailing and a modern sensibility is quite satisfying to this particular reader.

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Possibilities

This from Haaretz:

Just meters from the Brandenburg Gate, the 18th-century structure that came to symbolize Nazi power and was only reopened with Berlin’s reunification, stands one of city’s most beautiful and famous hotels, which is where the American Jewish Committee chose to celebrate its 100th anniversary. …

“It was important for us to send a message of the possibility of change and development,” AJC executive director David Harris said of the festivities in Berlin. “Who would have foreseen a half a century ago the way that German-Jewish relations have evolved. It seemed very improbable in the 1950s, so maybe something equally improbable will meet us for our 150th anniversary. Maybe it will be in Tehran, maybe it will be in Damascus, maybe it will be in Bejing, I don’t know. If Jews and Germans can get together in this very celebratory manner, then anything becomes possible.”

Later in the piece Harris mischaracterizes the recent article by Mearsheimer and Walt (Daniel Levy, an advisor to Ehud Barak, is more even-tempered and level-headed in his response), but it wasn’t enough to take the shine off his earlier sentiments.

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Scumbag

Not going to name names. But did you know the word is incredibly vulgar? I sure didn’t, or I wouldn’t have put it up there as the title of this blog entry.

Now I’ll go back to eating my imaginary $12.95 rape salad and try to forget that I was gypped in my own mind (thank God this ain’t the New York Times).

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