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Does young love ignite the study of literature or sabotage it? Written with a light, deftly comic touch, this novella follows a pivotal year in the life of native New Yorker and rower Malcolm Forrester, who arrives at Oxford to study Shakespeare and learns as much about himself as he does about the Bard. As he navigates a strange new habitat of warm beer, dodgy plumbing, blood pudding, and HP sauce, the witty, personable Malcolm charms nearly everyone in his path. But he is unable to wrangle the ambitious actress Emma, who adores him, but refuses to have her ambitions hijacked. When Emma, leaving only a breezy note, abruptly heads to New York for an off-off-Broadway stage role, Malcolm hops on a plane to track her down.
It doesn’t go well. But whatever the earnest Malcolm endures, from Emma’s elusiveness to his parents’ bitter divorce to breaking a few ribs in a rowing mishap, we know he’ll be fine. In Thompson’s world, from Osney Town to the East Village, if people hurt each other, it’s more out of clumsiness or preoccupation than malicious intent. It’s a sweet world, populated by characters we’d like to sit with over a pint. And for its younger inhabitants, it is a universe of possibility, this being one of those novels that leaves the reader with a faint pang of hunger to know what will become of its characters. Susan Seligson
Be forewarned, obsessive-compulsive parents, Rosenberg’s The Schmutzy Family may be more than you can handle. This Jewish family with six adventurous children lives up to its name, which—according to the book’s convenient glossary—derives from the Yiddish word shmutsik, meaning “dirty.” But dirty doesn’t do justice to the level of filth the Schmutzy children enjoy most days of the week, all while Mama Schmutzy completely ignores, or even facilitates, her little ones’ messy business. The book, and the family’s week, begins on Sunday, when the entire Schmutzy brood treks barefoot through the “malodorous Feldman Swamp” in search of turtles, frogs, and cattails, some of which find their way back home.
Monday means mud pies in the kitchen, and the week continues until Friday morning, when the children play Leap over the Cow Pie in a neighbor’s pasture and Mama Schmutzy awakes from her apparent stupor. She stares in amazement at her five elder, mud-caked children, and cries, “Oy! Look at this dirt! You’re FARSHTUNKEN, all of you! And it’s nearly SHABBOS. We can’t bring in the Sabbath smelling like COWS!”
All clean breaks loose. The children scrub the house, relocate amphibians outside, and soap themselves squeaky clean for Friday night’s dinner, prayers, and songs welcoming the Sabbath. The next day they parade in their finest to the synagogue, where no one would have guessed they’d been mud-splattered a mere 24 hours earlier.
While life in the Schmutzy household seems to violate every parental rule ever established, Mama knows her priorities. Dirt isn’t a big deal; family, faith, and tradition are.
And that’s a lesson we could all learn, Schmutzy or not. Leslie Friday
Moses’ novel is a folksy tapestry of life, loss, love, and faith that unfolds almost completely within the modest confines of Hope House, a Baton Rouge home for people dying of AIDS. The daily dramas at Hope House are played out by a group of characters of all races, ages, and circumstances. There’s young Lucy, the “skinny little white girl” wrestling with a heroin habit. There’s Gordon, wise, battered, born-again, and a little in love with Lucy. We meet Bunny, the still beautiful, but dying drag queen, and Veronica, who’d been dumped outside Hope House four years earlier “like a sack of dog food” and left to die. We are privy to their deathbed reveries, regrets, and bursts of self-awareness.
Not everyone at Hope House is likeable. But in Moses’ hands, all are blameless, redeemed in death if not in life. Hope House is a refuge of sorts, not just for the sick, but for those who keep the place going. There is volunteer Suzette, atoning for her Southern belle mother’s sense of entitlement, and custodian James, who is “one of the people who understands.” Like the fictional microcosms of country manors or ships at sea, Hope House embraces the whole bittersweet human pageant. Its stories are mostly quiet, not earth-shattering, but strung together by a compelling, perhaps the most compelling, force: imminent death. And although many of Hope House’s bedridden have been abandoned by their parents, partners, and children, the ties they form here have an intimacy that can be inspiring.
Annie, the aide, tough on the outside and tender within, who “has seen them come and go,” delivers one of the book’s most pointed descriptions of Hope House, and by extension, of humans at large: “The ones who are all belligerent, wanting you to be their personal nursemaid, ordering you around, complaining all the time….The ones who don’t even know they’re sick….The junkies—both those who want to live right, those who say, okay, Jesus, take me…the ones who lie around in bed all day refusing to get up…the ones who look around and decide that Hope House isn’t so bad…” Annie sees herself as the one whose job it is to teach them that no matter what, “God is good. Once they understood that…they were able to pass quietly, and at peace.” SS
Before World War II, Yiddish was the daily language of more than 11 million European Jews. These days, although still spoken among some orthodox sects, Yiddish is mined mainly for its ability to inject a dose of soul, irony, and/or onomatopoeia when our native tongue fails us.
You don’t have to be Jewish to love D!rty Yiddish, a guide to Yiddish slang that is far broader than its title implies. The transliterated words and phrases are grouped in chapters, including “Howdy Yiddish,” “Snappy Yiddish,” and kayna hora, “Hungry Yiddish.”
Gusoff offers a concise grammar and pronunciation guide, and there’s even a bistle Yiddish for the new millennium—those who tweet, for example, are dubbed twitniks. Whether you’re a schlemiel, a shlimazel, an umglick, or God forbid, a schmuck, you’ll still navigate the verbal universe with an extra bounce in your step, zayn gezunt, so to speak, armed with the following: Chill out, man! (Zorg dikh nish!) or Crazy bastard! (Meshuggeneh momzer!). The 171-page guide, peppered with cartoonish illustrations, is at its most inspired when it offers a string of Yiddish curses, which, clunky as they seem in translation, are the stuff of poetry when yelled, say, out the window at the driver who just cut you off. How about letting loose with Zoltz verrum praven a khassanah in deyn boykh un aynlaydn alle zayereh kroyvim—fun Yehupetz biz Slabodka! Which translates to: “Worms should make a wedding in your stomach and invite all their relatives—from Yehupetz to Slabodka!” And thanks to the irrepressible Gusoff, there’s plenty more where that came from. SS
Fans of daytime soap opera will enjoy this biography of William Bell, an innovator in the beloved, fading genre.
Bell grew up listening to radio soap operas during the 1930s and ’40s. He began his career writing for an early local television show in Chicago before decamping to an advertising agency during the Mad Men era. But his real ambition, Maloney notes, was to write for daytime serials. He convinced medium pioneer Irna Phillips to take him on as a writer in 1956. Phillips, creator of As the World Turns, proved an exacting mentor. Together the two created the popular soap Another World before Bell broke out on his own to become head writer on Days of Our Lives.
Maloney makes clear that Bell’s real contribution to daytime television was the creation, with his wife, Lee Phillip Bell, of two of the most successful soaps of all time—The Young and the Restless (Y&R), in 1973, and The Bold and the Beautiful, in 1987. The author recounts the couple famously sketching out the story line and characters for Y&R on cocktail napkins in the Beverly Hills Hotel.
Bell had an unerring sense of what audiences wanted. He assiduously read fan-mail reports summarizing viewers’ reaction to story lines and characters, and he showed extraordinary dexterity in developing new characters and plotlines when an actor wanted out of his contract. He knew how to keep an audience on the edge of their sofas: by keeping lovers apart as long as possible. He also introduced provocative sex scenes before many of his competitors and was among the first soap producers to tackle social issues like rape, HIV, and alcoholism.
One wonders what Bell would have made of the current state of the genre he helped pioneer. Where once there were more than 20 soaps competing for viewers’ attention each afternoon, today there are only 4. It is a testament to Bell’s considerable talent and vision that two of the survivors are the shows he created. Y&R remains the number-one rated daytime soap; The Bold and the Beautiful is second. John O’Rourke
Spivack was just 20 and a senior at Oberlin College when she was awarded a fellowship to study with the renowned poet and teacher Robert Lowell at BU. Their first encounter, in January 1959, was a disaster. After days of unsuccessfully trying to reach Lowell, Spivack finally cornered him in his office, where he told her he had “no recollection of having agreed to work with her.” Worse still, he said he never took on any student under the age of 30. Spivack would learn much later that Lowell was in the midst of recovering from one of his numerous nervous breakdowns.
Fortunately for Spivack, Lowell grudgingly agreed to let her audit his poetry class. Thus began a friendship that would endure until his death, at age 60, in 1977. Later a poet and teacher, Spivack found herself among such literary superstars as Sylvia Plath, Anne Sexton, and Elizabeth Bishop. She draws on her recollections and observations of those years in her book.
Some of the most fascinating anecdotes are of Bishop, who arrived at Harvard in the mid 1960s at the urging of Lowell, who was teaching there by that time. He asked Spivack to befriend Bishop, who “had a soft, endearing quality.” She was also a chainsmoking asthmatic, who drank heavily and had a preference for leather pants.
Presiding over this cast of characters is Lowell himself. In Spivack’s telling, he is a man heavy on contradictions: on the one hand, a generous teacher who would do everything in his power to get a student’s poem published if he liked it; on the other, someone who could be “almost unintelligible.” And he was sexist in a way almost unimaginable today. At Harvard, he would accept male students into his classes on the strength of their written work. He confessed to Spivack that the women he selected were accepted “primarily on looks.”
There is an elegiac tone to Spivack’s memoir. Alcoholism, mental illness, and suicide were endemic to these poets’ lives. Despite this, the book brilliantly captures the sense of excitement and possibility that marked Boston’s literary scene in the 1950s and ’60s. JO
For many of us, rarely a day goes by without hearing casual mention of a “new study showing—” (fill in the blank). When we or our loved ones become gravely ill, we plod forth into the alternative universe of Google in a desperate search for answers in the form of studies, and more studies. But those untrained as scientists set off on these missions unarmed and vulnerable, and are not much better served by the reporters who do the plodding for us.
Zilberberg has written a guide to remedy the problem, which she sees as a public health crisis. An epidemiologist with degrees in medicine and public health, she believes that the public’s increasingly adversarial relationship with the medical establishment is a result in large part of the bending, misunderstanding, exaggeration, or outright false representation of science in the lay media. Preconceived notions also taint the lens through which we assimilate and interpret data, a big problem she illustrates by examining consumers’ conclusions about, for example, the value of mammography screening or the possible risks of hormone replacement therapy. “We are simply more likely to poke holes in and to reject anything that disagrees with what we think we know,” writes Zilberberg, who is on the editorial board of several medical journals.
Zilberberg has divided her book into two parts, “Context” and “Evaluation.” The first part introduces the scientific method as it applies to clinical research in medicine and opens readers’ minds to the notion that “uncertainty is the only certain feature of science.” The second section offers readers a set of tools to examine research statistics the media cite, day in and day out, to numbing effect. Zilberberg doesn’t patronize the novice reader, and she doesn’t gloss over the more demanding fundamentals of statistics and experimental design. Written in a warm, conversational tone, with generous use of anecdotes and specific examples, the book remains accessible throughout. In an age of dumbingdown and rampant headline-grabbing hyperbole, the book is a call to embrace nuance, to be aware of all the subjective and logistical factors involved in presenting and reporting research. “Self-determination is predicated upon knowledge and understanding,” she writes. “Don’t be a puppet. We are all born scientists. Embrace your curiosity.” SS
How can I get access to medical studies themselves without subscribing to a professional journal?
This is a challenge. There are some journals that are designated Open Access, and anyone can access studies published in them for free. The Open Access movement is growing and gaining momentum, so there will be more such journals in the future. The White House has also gotten behind increasing public access to research results. Some of the journals that are not Open Access do provide access at least to some of the papers they publish at no charge, though this is spotty. Some institutions, particularly universities, have institutional subscriptions to many journals. I frequently get queries to forward my papers to people electronically, though admittedly this is usually from other researchers or clinicians. All the same, you can try to contact the corresponding author to ask for a copy of his or her paper. Some state schools provide all citizens of the state with access to their library. So, if your state university has a subscription to the particular journal of interest, you can get it through them.
I’ve been reading about how a lot of the medical tests we’ve been getting
are unnecessary, and about contradictory stories on the effects of alcohol consumption. How do you know when a study is valid? How do you wade through contradictory studies?
This is indeed the critical question. You have to understand that all medical research grapples with uncertainty. This is why even answers that seem solid are still subject to change. The degree of uncertainty is what gets lost in translating medical study results into popular press. Having said this, when studies lead to contradictory findings, this may be for several reasons. One reason is that some of the studies are better than others at answering the particular scientific question. One of the reasons I wrote my book is to help people evaluate a study’s quality, though this takes practice. Another reason is that there are nuances about the studies that make them different, but are lost once again in the translation from science to popular press. Third, it is possible that we are finding results by chance, since everything we learn in science is dependent on probability (that is, nothing is certain). These are just some of the reasons we get contradictory results. Without delving into the studies themselves, it is impossible to know what is valid.
I recently became pregnant, and I’m wondering if DNA testing could be of value.
I would suggest that you discuss its merits with your health care provider. In general, the goals of such testing need to be clear, as well as the actions you are willing to take based on the results. If getting a result will not change any of your decisions, then why get the test? Additionally, before you decide to get the testing done, be sure you understand very clearly how good the test is in your situation — the chances of false results are very important to understand up front, but are rarely discussed and explained clearly.
Are there good websites where the layman can read about medical studies?
Yes, there are some, such as WebMD and the National Library of Medicine, as well as the federal Centers for Disease Control and Prevention or CDC. The latter two don’t necessarily cover individual studies, but rather review medical topics in an evidence-based manner. Sites such as MedPageToday are also good places to find some information on the current studies. If you are confused by the conflicting coverage of health care news, Gary Schwitzer’s Health News Review web site dissects some of the coverage to make it more clear.