Tuesday, August 3, 2021

Useful Delusions: The Power & Paradox of the Self-Deceiving Brain

 We lie constantly, not just to others but to ourselves. Shankar Vedantam's latest book explores how those "polite fictions" happen, and how they can help us, even in the most extreme forms. We may call it tact or politeness when we tell a co-worker or relative, "No, you're not bothering me" or exchange the expected "Such a nice time - must do it again" at the end of a social event that was more chore than joy, because those lies keep society running. I laughed at the passages where Vedantam translated a couple's morning chat and a coach's assessment of his team (particularly the latter as a Philly sports fan) - there are times when we just don't want to know the truth.

Our delusions also benefit us. More optimistic people tend to have better outcomes when seriously ill, and religious people report higher levels of contentment. Vedantam admits that it's hard to control for variables in these cases, particularly with religion which tracks to other protective factors such as community support. As for the patients, I wonder if that optimism allows them endure treatments or leaves them with the energy to take more affirmative steps towards treatment. 

The middle section of the book focuses on a man swindled by the Church of Love, one of many who didn't feel cheated. Donald Lowry set up the CoL (as he called it) to take money from lonely men. He sent out thousands of letters ostensibly from women living in a religious retreat. The men sent "offerings" and when the Postal Inspectors arrested Lowry and he was put on trial, many of his victims protested. Even if the women they'd written to didn't exist, they'd helped them. With vague letters derived from surveys of the men's likes and dislikes, they created relationships (perhaps not unlike those we have with friends we know only through social media) which helped these lonely men feel whole. The victim Vedantam interviewed doesn't see himself as a victim, and I agree. The relationship he had, although not real, gave him solace when he needed it. 

Monday, July 5, 2021

Shake Hands Forever

There's something wrong about the widower's response. Inspector Wexford can't get past Robert Hartnell's odd reaction to his mother's discovery of his wife's strangled corpse. There's no evidence against him; no evidence against anyone for that matter. The house has been completely cleaned, leaving only two handprints, that of the landlord on the inside of a seldom used cupboard and on the bathtub that of a woman with an L-shaped scar on her forefinger. No one in Kingsmarknam knew the Hartnells so who could possibly have a motive? No, Hartnell had to be having an affair and plotted with his lover to kill his wife. 


But there's no evidence and Hartnell complained to Wexford's superior, so he has to investigate on his own time. With the help of his nephew Howard, Mike Burden, informant Ginge Matthews, and a lucky break involving the disappearance of a young woman in a neighboring town, Wexford manages to piece together what happened, including a well supported twist ending. 

Sunday, July 4, 2021

When Women Invented Television

 I've always been fascinated by the history of television. In my early teens, I leafed through The Complete Directory to Prime Time Television, 1946-Present (the present being defined as the spring of 1981 - it's strange to realize that my memory encompasses half of the history of organized broadcast television) so many times that the covers fell off and pages frayed. In the years before IMDb (which started as some guy named Colin collecting lists of actors, directors, and writers on rec.arts.movies ca. 1991), it was the only place I knew to get cast lists and broadcast dates for TV shows, plus a short history of the medium. I focused on the shows I knew or had heard of (the shows I watched in prime time or those I watched - or avoided, like Gilligan's Island - in reruns on Channels 17, 29, and 48, and those my parents, born right before the "invention" of network television, talked about), which reinforced the idea that TV had always focused on the WASP suburbanite and women didn't work (and by extension weren't behind the camera, either). Jennifer Keishin Armstrong proves that image was wrong, at least when no one was sure television would be a success. Sadly, three of the four women she profiles are largely forgotten and the fourth is remembered more for her later acting career than her early behind the scenes work.


Irma Phillips invented the soap opera, down to the convoluted storylines and cheesy organ cues. The youngest child of 11, she wanted to be an actress but was told she "didn't have the looks." After a tour of the WGN radio studio, she decided to try writing scripts and the result - a daily visit with four women around their kitchen table - was a hit and created the domestic drama. After a brief, unsuccessful attempt to write movies, Phillips, who never married and adopted and raised two children as a single woman (when a Philadelphia broadcaster adopted as a single woman in the last 1970s it was front page news), created The Guiding Light which ran on radio then television until 2009. She expanded soaps from four women talking about clothes over coffee to the broader family dramas which touched on serious issues. Her protege Agnes Nixon brought the genre further with storylines about racism, abortion, and AIDS woven around the over-the-top antics of Erica Kane. I never liked soap operas (the worst part of chicken pox was two weeks with my recently retired great-aunt who Could Not Miss *All My Children*),  but I have to respect the amount of work involved in putting on a 30 or 60 minute show five days a week and how the serialized nature (albeit a bit toned down) has become a standard trope not only for the prime time soaps of the 80s but more serious fare like St. Elsewhere and Mad Men and shows in-between like Grey's Anatomy. And when Shonda Rimes burst on the scene, she appeared to be the first woman to control a "tv empire."


Hazel Scott was the first African American to host a prime time variety series (Amanda Randolph had hosted a daytime series. A talented and innovative jazz pianist and a civil rights advocate married to Congressman Adam Clayton Powell, Scott accepted the job on the DuMont network so she could stop traveling and spend more time with her husband and their young son. Elegantly attired and backed by Max Roach and Charles Mingus, Scott's show expanded from one, to three, then to five nights a week - and was abruptly cancelled because of 'cost.' Granted, the DuMont network was held together with masking tape and crossed fingers, but the real reason was that Scott was "named" in a red-baiting publication. Marriage to a Congressman couldn't save the show of an African-American woman who'd refused to play maids and battled movie directors and executives over the portrayal of other African-American women. She eventually relocated to Paris, divorced Powell, and focused on music. She made a few later on-screen appearances but was essentially erased from the screen by the blacklist.


The blacklist also played a role in Gertrude Berg's diminished role in the cultural history. A lonely child (the only survivor of her parents' seven children), she developed her writing skills at the Catskill resorts she and her parents visited, and when her bad handwriting meant that she had to read her script to the executive interested in The Goldbergs it led to her being cast as matriarch Molly. Berg was the original showrunner, writing scripts and overseeing production as well as finding sponsors once it moved from radio to TV (and inventing product placement with the prominently displayed Sanka can). Beyond that, The Goldbergs were proudly ethnic in a medium about to become blandly WASP. Jake was in the "rag trade," he and Molly had Yiddish accents (although Berg did not), episodes centered on Seders, and they vacationed in the Catskills. It wasn't until the 1970s when network TV reluctantly identified characters as Jewish and then mostly as an afterthought, but one of the top rated shows in the late 40s defied that. 


At least until Phillip Loeb, who played Jake Goldberg, was listed in the same publication as Hazel Scott. He was a long time activist and a frequent performer at Cafe Society, the nightclub where Scott made her name and which featured many left-wing artists. Berg fought for him, but in the end it was the show or Loeb. He continued to collect a salary as long as the show aired, hopping from NBC to CBS and finally to DuMont which stopped transmission a few months later. Berg continued the show in syndication, although  reviews say that the warmth was gone, and eventually reinvented herself as a dramatic actress. Unable to find work or support his disabled son, Loeb committed suicide in 1955 (Zero Mostel - a close friend of Loeb's and another performer at Cafe Society - played a character loosely based on Loeb in The Front).


The final pioneer is Betty White. Yes, that Betty White - Sue Ann Nivens, Rose Nyland, 21st Century pop icon. She's spent most of her career merely in front of the camera but co-created the daytime talk show and spun off the domestic sitcom. According to her memoir, she decided to be a performer after writing and starring in a play for her eighth grade graduation. Four years later, she and a classmate were chosen for a broadcast demonstration. After two short, failed marriages, she was a struggling radio performer when a top DJ asked her to be the co-host of a daily Los Angeles TV show, Hollywood on Television. She chatted, sang, and performed improv skits for 5 1/2 hours a day, six days a week. When her co-host jumped to another station, she became the solo star and spun off the skits into a syndicated sitcom Life with Elizabeth where she hired "the best person for the job" behind the camera including women and African-Americans. In the early 1950s, her talk show was broadcast live nationally, but executive meddling led to its cancellation and no amount of condescending praise for the single woman with no intention of remarrying could end that. We know her because of her on-screen talent (just like Rose is somewhat of a send-up of Sue Ann, the latter was created as a spin on her earlier roles), but her early innovation deserves more recognition.


By now, you're probably asking, "What about Lucille Ball?" Well, we know what Lucy did. She refused to move her popular radio show to TV without her Cuban-born and heavily accented husband. Once they had the show, Lucy and Desi formed a production company, insisted on taping the show (for a smoother final product) and kept the rights to the tapes (inventing second-run syndication). We know that beyond her amazing talent for physical comedy she was a businesswoman who ran Desilu for several years after buying out her ex-husband and green lighted Star Trek shortly before selling the studio to Paramount at a profit. The only part of her story we don't know is that she gave advice to a younger actress/producer in the early 1950s - Betty White.

Sunday, June 20, 2021

And Justice There Is None

 Deborah Crombie's seventh Duncan Kincaid/Gemma James novel starts with change. Gemma's been promoted to DI and transferred to Notting Hill so both are breaking in new partners. It's also the Christmas season and they're combining households (prompted by Gemma's pregnancy) in a house in Gemma's new territory so when someone murders the wife of a local antiques dealer, some of the suspects are the detectives' new neighbors and local gossip is part of her investigation. Duncan complicates matters by seeing a link between an unsolved case he worked on two months earlier. Gemma can't see the link (and maybe feels a bit like she can't get out of her former boss's shadow), but the memories of a woman known as Angel who grew up in post-WWII Notting Hill slowly provide clues for the reader. Personally, I like it when I solve the mystery a few pages ahead of the detectives and that's what happened here. Beyond that, And Justice There Is None works as a novel where we see the characters' relationships evolve realistically - mostly in positive ways, but with bumps and awkward situations. It's my favorite in the series so far.

Friday, June 18, 2021

Queen Victoria: Daughter, Wife, Mother, Widow

 Lucy Worsley described the elderly Queen Victoria as a black-clad potato and wonders why she became fascinated with the stodgy icon. Worsley takes 24 days (or, rather, 24 events surrounding specific days) in Victoria's life to flesh out a woman who's often portrayed as a caricature or, conversely, a flat character. Victoria wasn't particularly deep and her upbringing in The System (although not quite as harsh as previously believed) didn't prepare her particularly well to rule a country or lead any semblance of a  normal life yet she led Great Britain for 63 years and created the idea of a Royal Family. 

Although not academic or (probably) particularly intelligent, Victoria was quite media savvy. She knew that her predecessors messy personal lives as well as the revolutionary tendencies of the 19th Century had put her position at risk. Her wedding was a spectacularly successful PR event and the uniform of her widowhood made her a recognizable symbol around whom the country could rally. The deep domesticity she and Albert projected both created and followed the evolving fashion of the rising middle class (although I found myself angry at Albert for using Victoria's repeated pregnancy confinements and ensuing bouts of post-natal depression to make himself more important to the running of the country).  The most interesting chapters, though, involved her meetings with individuals. She admired Florence Nightengale who in turn was disappointed by the rather passive monarch, and Worsley devotes a chapter each to John Brown and Abdul Karim. The day that will stay with me, though, is 21-24 August, 1854, which chronicles the visit of the deposed 15-year-old Maharaja Duleep Singh. A boy himself, he's treated as a bit of a pet to the Queen and shown the Koh-i-Noor diamond, once his and now cut and polished to European tastes. 

Friday, May 28, 2021

The Housekeeper's Tale: The Women Who Really Ran the English Country House

Domestic service was the main industry for women in paid work 150 years ago. 100 years ago it was dying out and it's now rare in private homes. The women who worked these difficult and all-consuming jobs rarely left detailed records, so (with one exception) Tessa Boase has to reconstruct their lives from public records and somewhat random items saved by their employers. She profiles five women:


    Dorothy Doar, the rare married woman in the role who lost her position for requesting a few weeks of maternity leave during the high Victorian period

    Sarah Wells, an older woman who'd been in service before marriage and returned as housekeeper to a former dairymaid's cousin who'd inherited both a house and a name (Sarah kept extensive diaries, and her time at Uppark was also recorded by her son Bertie)

    Ellen Peketh, accused of theft by her insecure and unprepared mistress and ended up working as a hotel cook

    Hannah MacKenzie, the cook-housekeeper at a country-house-turned-WWI-hospital forced out in a power struggle (she ended up as the housekeeper to Grace Vanderbilt, a definite case of "falling up")

    Grace Higgins, whose time as housekeeper to Vanessa Bell lasted into the 60s and brought her close to the Bloomberg Set.

Although the stories are personal, we can extrapolate from them to see that the work was backbreaking, tenure was at the whim of the Lady of the House, and even "kindly" mistresses were thoroughly classist. Boase's writing style is a bit dry and but the lives of the women she profiles are far more interesting than their day-to-day routines.

A Place for Everything: The Curious History of Alphabetical Order

 If you look hard enough, you can find a book on any topic. There may even be a reserve queue at your local library. A Place For Everything's subtitle isn't quite accurate; it's more a history of information systems. Tracing the categorization of knowledge from the origins of writing (while pictographic systems developed in many places, alphabets appeared spontaneously in only three places). When people and ideas didn't travel, we didn't need a universal way to categorize information but with trade and technology, that changed. Scrolls became books (more compact and portable), bookkeeping became more complex, and the alphabet overtook categorization as the dominant way to organize lists. Flanders takes us from ancient crossroads (where trade was conducted in gestures and pictographs) through the internet (where searches and hypertext decrease the importance of alphabetical order), giving the origin stories for the card catalog and office furniture. 

Sunday, May 16, 2021

Some Lie and Some Die

Mike Burden tries. As Some Lie and Some Die opens, he's the single parent of two teenagers, not quite ready to admit that they're becoming self-sufficient while cringing at their taste in music. The latter part plays into Ruth Rendell's eighth Inspector Wexford mystery. John Burden's favorite singer, ZenoVedast is the headline act at a music festival just outside Kingsmarkam and when two attendees who'd snuck off for a bit of privacy stumble across a woman's body, Wexford finds himself wondering about the odd relationship among Zeno, the singer's manager, and the manager's wife. Rendell includes her usual twist ending and psychological motive, but as her books become a bit more modern, so do the motives. She also includes her usual middle-class scorn for working-class people, but it's a bit muted here compared to the early books.

Fortune and Glory: Tantalizing Twenty-Seven

 When I read a Stephanie Plum novel, I know what I'm getting. Janet Evanovich will string together funerals, family dinners, car death, Steph's attempts to capture someone who skipped bail on a petty and/or weird crime, donuts, dead bodies, and Lula's over the top fashion sense. Fortune and Glory picks up where Twisted Twenty-Six leaves off. Grandma Mazur, recently widowed after a few hour marriage to one of the Lay-z-Boys, needs Steph's help to find the keys to her late husband's fortune (which may or may not exist). Sounds easy, except there's a gangster with a habit of dismembering those who get in his way also searching for the keys. Evanovich is deep in a rut, but the set pieces still make me laugh and she manages to string them together plausibly, or at least what passes for plausibly in Stephainie's world.