Monday, July 15, 2013

The Orphan Master’s Son by Adam Johnson




In Adam Johnson’s novel The Orphan Master’s Son, prepare to learn about the brutal and extraordinary effects on ordinary people of living under the dictatorship of Kim Jong Il in North Korea. Is the propaganda and brainwashing believable? Comforting? Beatable? The author conveys the utter poverty and deprivation of the ordinary N. Korean people. The subjugation of the country by the dictator- prison camps, kidnapping of women for the pleasure of powerful men, total submission by the people to the demands of the state- all are described matter-of-factly.

Johnson creates a surreal story where readers understand not only, the western, and perhaps more realistic, interpretation of N. Korea’s situation but also what the citizens  themselves hear- that they are in the land of plenty surrounded by aggressors who want to attack N. Korea. As one official Dr. Song says, “Where we are from, stories are factual. If a farmer is declared a music maestro by the state, everyone had better start calling him a maestro. And secretly, he’d be wise to start practicing the piano (121).  Reality is in the hands of the dictator to name.

Accordingly the stark hunger of the citizens and lack of self-determination is unremarkable to Koreans. One privileged character, a movie actress, witnesses a starving family in a park. “Their fingernails were white with malnutrition, and even the girl’s teeth had gone grey. The boy’s shirt hung on him as from a wire hanger. Both women had lost much hair, and the father was nothing but cords under taut skin (300). They have been surprised with a dead squirrel which is a grave offense considered stealing from the state.

With Jun Do, Johnson creates a protagonist that we don’t understand or always like. “My file perhaps suggests I’m an expert kidnapper, and it’s true. I led a lot of missions, and only a couple of targets died on my watch (120). It takes the whole novel to understand the creative genius of Jun Do. He subverts for his own purpose the reality of his existence thereby mirroring Dear Leader Kim Jong Il’s fictional benevolence in the story and real world.  “ ‘ I don’t understand who you are,’ the Dear Leader said to him, “You killed my nemesis. You escaped Prison 33. You could have gotten away for good. But you came here. What kind of person would do that? Who would make their way to me, who would throw away his own life, just to spoil mine?’”(438).

Within this bleak environment, Jun Do’s, or Commander Ga as he is known in the second half of the book, infatuation and love for the movie star Sun Moon seems all the more romantic and fantastical. That he achieves his impossible goal of being with her shows an irrepressible imagination in human nature. His is a story of survival against incredible forces guided by techniques one of his teachers taught him during training. "Never let pain push you into darkness, Kim San said. There you are nobody and you are alone. Once you turn from the flame, it is over"(86).

The writing in Orphan Master’s Son is challenging and in a first read, the tricks of narration and twists in the plot are probably not all understood. Varying levels of reality told through different points of view, brutal detail, and political espionage all require alertness on the reader’s part. The reward is a reaffirmation of the human desire to not only survive but to determine the story that will unfold for each of our lives. This 2013 Pulitzer prize winner for fiction gives us a convincing view inside a secretive country through an amazing narrative that surprises at every turn.

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Peas, hydrangeas, hollyhocks, oh my!

Returning to my quiet summer routine after traveling, the gardening is back under control, which means most flower beds and the veggie garden are weeded. I've been picking broccoli, chard, beet greens, spinach and lettuces. Lots of sweet peas too. What a summertime treat eating so much out of the garden.



The humidity has been pretty heavy and no sun all week. You could say it's a little gloomy on day 4 of this! The moisture certainly encourages the snails to keep munching away at my greenery. I am tired of squishing them.

After torrential rains and dark skies the sun poked out a little bit. To celebrate, first I went swimming to soothe the itchy buggy feeling from gardening, then I got my camera out. I notice my eye often goes to the imperfection in the garden- weeds, dead branch, overgrown perennials- rather than enjoying the blooms. So here are some current blooms.




These lilies sum up this stretch of summery rain.






As I was making my rounds, I discovered quite a bit of damage by a mystery animal. Could snails eat several whole broccolis?




And the tops of my Swiss chard? No fair!

I'm guessing deer or groundhog but no animal poop left behind to help me identify.

The last time we had a groundhog we deeded over a quarter of the harvest to him, couldn't quite bring ourselves to shoot it.

This is a clear sign of the dog's negligence; she's not exactly earning her keep this summer.



On a more positive note, I love the colors and textures with fennel and beets next to each other.

Well, those peas I photographed need picking, so I'm back to the gardens- wine glass in hand as it's cocktail hour by my watch.

Sunday, July 7, 2013

Dear Brian, Margaret, Mom and Dad, Tyler, Eileen, Meghan, Cormac and Liam, Colleen, Fiona, Piper, Roger, Cliff and Michael, Leah and Katie,

I miss you all already, so here are some last thoughts now that I am back home.

Dad, call Tyler and he will walk you through the Apple TV Pandora link. He thinks it might be all set and he has the best knowledge in the tech area. Sorry you and I didn’t get to it with the Tour keeping the TV occupied.

I missed starting the day with you today drinking coffee and reading the papers.




Mom, you’re awesome. I'm impressed how well you're recovering; enjoy the rest of summer lakeside.



Sentry is going to miss you now that you don’t need groceries every half-day. By the way I know you think you have a lot of bugs, but I had lots of ants and spiders move in while I was gone.

Brian, it was fun seeing you sitting on something other than a bike. Imagine that’s the first horse ride at the farm a ¼ mile down the road in all the years mom and dad have been there. Nice work Katie.

Margaret, per our conversation about fridge management- it might be a male thing. Ron left all this stuff in the fridge to rot and it took me 30 minutes to sort it out when we came home yesterday.
Thanks again for being the daughter on the scene for mom and dad. The rest of us appreciate that a lot. Hope your van gets a break now!

Cormac and Liam, I trust today’s bike race goes as well as Friday’s. You’re both really dedicated riders, thus the hammock got a lot of use on off days. It was fun hanging with you, though I didn’t get to ask you about how your school year went, and what you’re reading. Imagine that!


Colleen, Fiona and Piper, how are your gardens and Chance? I bet you’re picking like crazy.  Much of our dinner last night was from the garden- peas, broccoli, and spinach. My gardens look great but need more harvesting. Any volunteers? Was Chance glad to have you back home? Izzy did well at the kennel and was nice and clean when I picked her up, but now she’s under the deck lying in the dirt, so back to normal for her.

Eileen, Leah, Tyler and Meghan, 



I kept thinking of you 20-something flyers as we were traveling back east. If you’re flying and the flight starts getting delayed – know your rights and be suspicious. Is the aircraft there, why no seat #s, don’t rely only on the terminal monitors. Our flights back to Portland were eventually cancelled (as on our way to Milwaukee). Using the customer service reps we had backup seat the next AM reserved before our flight was cancelled because of the continual delays. Plus as you know, if it’s their fault, hotel and food vouchers are your due.

The Intercontinental Hotel in Chicago was as sleek and contemporary as the last time we were all stranded there. Not really such a treat under the circumstances though. Ron and I are done using United – way too common to have issues with them.

Roger and Cliff, there are no gentlemen with such manners as both of you have here in Maine (sorry Ron).
Michael, there are no such sleepy faced 12 year olds coming down to breakfast here and looking for peanut butter and toast either.

Don’t worry everyone, I’ll stay away from bike races for awhile. It’s bad for my nerves and affects my coffee intake.
I’ll miss swimming with you all in the lake and planning, preparing, eating and cleaning up those yummy meals for 19!


Ron and I will try to be as good of hosts as mom and dad when we see you all in NH in August. We know the company will be good, but don’t expect the digs to be as nice as Chez Dunns, Lake Nagawicka.

Love,
Katie


Monday, July 1, 2013

Tour of America's Dairyland


I’m standing downtown in Milwaukee watching my son, husband and nephews race in different categories in a criterium bike race. For the uniniated this is a course around city blocks that they will circle about 30 times going around 25 mph. It’s a stage in a series of 7 races throughout Wisconsin called the Tour of America's Dairyland.


My nephews’ team from Colorado is here for the whole 2 weeks including nationals next weekend. We’re just here for a week visiting my family.


Right now all I can hear is the whir of bike wheels coming around the corner and the announcer calling out the laps and what the prime is for the next lap (next prime Bontrage cycling shoes gentleman let’s see who wants these). There is a big screen at each corner so you can see the riders at the other points. All the corners are blocked off with barriers, police officers and crash pads are tied to telephone poles and trees that are close.

If nobody you know has skin in the game bike races might be entertaining and there are a lot of spectators. Later in the day when the pros race it will be packed.  I find it nerve wracking- my stomach churns, my hands wring or clench a fellow arm yet I try to cheer loudly.

I also make sure I can find my guy(s) each lap- you have to get the color of their suit. They pass by quickly and if you don’t see them they’ve crashed. Which happened to Ron last year.

Post race report- two big heart stoppers. The huge banner on metal crossbeams at the finish line fell over in the middle of the cat 4&5 race. The cyclists coming around the corner behind the pace car didn’t have much time to react. People were yelling “neutralize!” One man with orange flags was blocking the way of 75 cyclists.

Those in the front could see what was going on and slow down. Luckily Tyler was in front, but those in the middle piled into each other. We could hear the crashes and wheels blowing out. As bystanders it was slow motion horror; we knew it would happen and couldn’t do anything to stop it.

Believe it or not, 20 minutes later the officials restarted the race for the last two laps, and Tyler got second place!


Then in the masters 40 race, someone hit Ron on the first lap at the worst corner exactly where he crashed last year and three of them went down. Luckily (he tells me after) he landed on top of the guy who hit him – so no blood- he went back to the pit, fixed his brakes and rejoined the race. We had started walking the course to find him since we hadn’t seen him for two laps, then ta da, he came by with the group and all was well.


The mood shifted wonderfully after their races. Beer tents, brats, grilled corn on the cob, restaurants serving outside, casual conversations and race analysis, so many different people and dogs all ages and sizes, congregating and walking. The races continued but I wasn’t worried. My guys were done for the day.