Lower Ed - Tressie McMillan Cottom
Lower Ed is a Powerhouse of a
book. Professor Tressie McMillan Cottom does an excellent job looking at the
privatized education system in America.
It reminds me of my own time
working as a student trying to get a certificate. I ran into people who had
both been students and as professors and there's a certain type of student I
really feel as if they're the ones being preyed upon by the system.
She covers it as well but there
is a subset of ambitious African American women from backgrounds that aren't
tied into the traditional education system that see these kinds of schools as
the way up and out. It's a little distressing both of my own experience and in
the reading to see those ambitions as realized only to see them as coming to
fruition with degrees that don't have a lot of worth in the wider society
either on the job market or the academic market. I can’t imagine spending the
time and money investing in a degree that was worthless. Oh, wait, too late.
It's a formal accusation about the schools and about the opportunities that you
get on the other side of Education. It's a terrific book but it's heartbreaking.
I first came across Cement because I was looking
to read something that was representative of socialist realism. And this book
was held up as perhaps the best exemplar of that genre.
It is the story of a man who comes back to his
hometown after the Russian Revolution fighting in the Army and he finds that
everything has changed. The social structure has changed. His wife has changed.
And he and the rest of the village must come together and get a cement factory
back up and running. They must fight not just local reactionaries but also the
bureaucracy of the Soviet system.
As story in the translation, it's not that bad, but
it is more of interest as a historical text than it is just a fun book you're
going to sit and read. The other thing of note is that it makes me think of the
contemporaries of this text. It was written in the twenties and at the
same time Mikhail Bulgakov was writing
Master and Margarita and Heart of a Dog -- much more interesting modernism
influenced text than this is. So at least that time artistically you were able
to have a very separate threads representative in Soviet literature. Overall, I
would say it is worth a read but again as the representative text of the genre.
I first read The Plague about 2002 it was in my
French literature in translation class and it was the first time I'd read
Camus. There was something about his work that really attracted me, and I think
The Plague is really a representative sample of his work.
It's beautifully written but there is a sense of
isolation and loneliness even when the characters have a relationship with
people -- we're still isolated. And The Plague is set in this Algerian
city and the people are having to learn to fend for themselves as they’re
locked out from the outside society. I think when I read it 20 years ago
it was read as the metaphor for life under Nazi occupation. I returned to it early
in the most recent pandemic reading it in March of 2020. Reading it then felt
as if there weren't direct parallels because there was still some simple
life where you could go outside and be with people just a little bit.
But I keep going back to this text in my mind
because that sense of isolation that has become more real over time. And
the parallels to the world of the text and the current time have multiplied: we
see the people who try to break the quarantine those who've gotten rich despite
the lockdowns and we see people have gone about their lives and learn to live
with the plague as everybody suffers. As in real life in the book there is just
widespread trauma for all the characters. What I want to see is the parallel is
that in The Plague there is an ending where the gates open but even then, the
people of the city are still wary and that's where I think we're at right about
now. The gates may open soon but there won’t be the one day that we all get to
celebrate but must try to recreate normalcy even though there is no return to
normal, “the plague was bound to leave traces in people’s hearts” (280). Early
on in March it didn't feel as if it mapped onto our experience, but I keep
mentally going back to this book because of that sense of isolation that
he captured so well. It's a classic and Camus is a fantastic writer. I of
course recommend this book, but it is bit of a drag on the soul.