Book Break: Starship Troopers

Years ago, I read Robert Heinlein’s Stranger in a Strange Land. I remember only a handful of details about the book — the concept of grokking, the story in broad strokes, the religious aspects — and I remember realizing, at the end, that I had read my first mature science fiction book. Not mature in the Rated M sense (which actually is quite immature, when you think about it) — although the book has its moments and is not for kids — but mature in the sense that it wasn’t a space adventure with rocket-ships, robots, and ray-guns.

Now, some of you know that my middle-school son aspires to the Naval Academy, followed by the Marine Corps. Awhile back I ran across a supposed “required reading” list for our military academies, and nestled among The U.S. Constitution and The Art of War was a surprise title I knew only from a movie preview: Starship Troopers. Thinking it might be a sci-fi book to interest Brendan, I googled it; seeing it was written by Heinlein, I thought I’d better check it out first. We borrowed it from the local library, I skimmed it thoroughly for adult content, then let Brendan have a go.

He devoured it, though he struggled with the rapid fire dialogue and military jargon. I finished it last night, and again discovered that I read a mature science fiction novel.

Heinlein supposedly caught a lot of flack for an overtly pro-military (and some say fascist and species-ist) book. I found it a very compelling read, especially considering it was written in 1959. It’s set in the future, and tells the story about a teenager who volunteers to join the military against his parents’ wishes, mostly because his buddy (and a pretty girl they both know) is doing it. The world has changed since the 20th Century — Earth is part of an interplanetary federation, and ruled as a democracy of sorts…except that only those who have served a full term in the military can vote. Apparently in the late 20th century, things on Earth went downhill: parents ceased disciplining children and were no longer considered responsible for the actions of their children; children, as a result, looked to their peers for security and guidance, joining gangs and engaging in selfish (and ultimately criminal) activities. The criminal justice system ceased holding criminals reasonable beyond a fairly comfortable period of isolation with other criminals, followed by early release and frequent re-incarceration. And citizens young and old became so self-involved that they voted only in their narrow self-interests, for policies that padded their pocketbooks, kept them comfortable, or made them feel good about themselves. Vision, long-term impact, and responsibility to others fell by the wayside…

I’m elaborating a bit. Can you tell the book struck a nerve?

The seductive thing about Starship Troopers is that Heinlein seems to have glimpsed the future, and he paints a picture of the aftermath that is un-American in so many ways and yet makes me shake my graying head in agreement that yes, that’s exactly the problem. Only veterans can be entrusted with vote because only they have shown by their actions — by their service and sacrifice — that they will put the long-term interests of the nation and the public good ahead of their own interests, or even their own lives…un-American, but almost makes sense…parents of juvenile offenders are held partly responsible for the crimes of their progeny and share in the flogging…un-American and brutal, but who hasn’t read a news story and said, “They oughta lock up the parents, instead!”

I recommend the book as a good, quick, and thought-provoking read. I can’t recommend the movie, one, because I haven’t seen it, and two, Denise Richards. (Seriously? She’s the wrong kind of of “cute girl” and Carmen was mostly an emotional presence in the book, not a physical one.) Gonna have to read more Heinlein (and maybe re-read Stranger in a Strange Land). Maybe you should, too.

The Creation of Thunder

As originally reported on my Facebook page, I watched Ben-Hur this weekend with Brendan and Gabe. I think Brendan now wants me to go back to The Albertville Creamery antiques shop to pick up the late 19th century edition of the book they have for sale. He knows I am susceptible to such suggestions…

At the outset of the movie, as the Overture played, the DVD displays Michelangelo’s painting, The Creation of Adam, and since I was watching with two tween boys, I referenced the irreverent “pull my finger” caption you sometimes see associated with that painting. It was storming at the time, and Gabe (our aspiring priest) said, “GOD said, ‘Pull my finger,’ and the first thunder was created!”

We laughed and laughed. And it was good.

Friends and Good People Redux

I used to post links to the right of this blog, under the header “Friends and Good People.” Some of the links were to other blogs; some, to business Web sites or organizations run by family and friends, past and present. I took most of them down after a couple of them turned up broken, and a blog or two hadn’t been updated in long months, and one site featured objectionable (to me) content a single click from my page.

Recently, however, I’ve begun to follow a few new blogs fairly regularly, and I find I am often delighted by the writing and/or the subject matter. So I’m adding them under A Few Favorites, at the right, and featuring them here today:

  • Prairie Father is the blog of Father Tyler Dennis, whose ordination we attended last summer. Fr. Tyler’s experiences in his first year of the priesthood are moving, his wit is sharp, and in a PC world, he pulls no punches.
  • Two Years In Honduras is the blog of a recent U grad who worked in our office until this May and has since gone two (you guessed it) Honduras with the Peace Corp. She is smart, independent, idealistic, self-aware…and a strong writer to boot. In many ways, Kari and I are opposites, but I do not doubt her heart or her genuine love of others. She will go far.
  • A Long Plane Ride Away is the blog of a colleague and dear friend who splits her time between the U and an orphanage in Thailand which she helped get off the ground. Somehow she manages to give her whole heart to both, and most of her energy, to both. She’s there now, and missed terribly here.
  • Laura the Crazy Mama is the blog of a friend and fellow parishioner at St. Michael Catholic Church. (Take the virtual tour; it’s a lovely church.) These days, the blog is worth visiting for the masthead alone, but Laura writes boldly and with not a little humor on faith, family, and about anything else that comes to mind. Like Fr. Tyler, she pulls no punches. Like all crazy mamas, she shouldn’t have to.

I’m struck by the diversity of people and perspectives we can come to love in this life. The people behind my favorite blogs would never cross paths unless I invited them all to a chili feed some crisp autumn evening and didn’t explain who else was coming. I’ve disagreed with each of them myself at different times, sometimes vehemently. But I love ’em just the same. Hope you might, too.

Online English Pet Peeve, Part 1

It’s trivial, but I can’t help it. It bugs me when people who want to draw out a word for emphasis arbitrarily type a string of consonants at the end instead of a string of vowels in the middle. For example, one might reasonably shout, “Yessss!” but certainly not, “That dude was fasttttt.” Way cool = “cooool,” not “coollllll.”

I realize this poses a problem with short vowel sounds in a word like hot: “hooooot” may look like something an owl says, but I would argue that “hottttttt” is certainly not better, based on the amount of spitting required to render it audible. And how can you expect people to believe that “me n my girls r gonna have funnnnnnnnn tonite” when string of nnnnns reads like a soft snore?

I propose no rules other than to make what you type accurately reflect the sounds you would expect someone to make when they say it. Perhaps, “It is ho-o-ot outside!” Or better still, “It’s scorching!”

Trevor Day

Before supper tonight, I received a variety of homemade and store-bought Father’s Day greetings. After supper, Trevor says, “I wish there was a Trevor Day, when everyone in the world named Trevor could do what ever they wanted, and if they wanted to play with their brothers’ Legos, they could for as long as they want.”

Our youngest is six tomorrow. Happy birthday, Trevvy!